“Do you want me to drive him to the rental car place?” Harold asked him as Ray approached the front door clutching his car keys. He wasn’t surprised Harold knew what was going on. The man and his wife had always been efficient.
Ray nearly said yes. It would be easier not to have to face Nick again. Just have Harold take care of it. Cowardly, too. Ray was no coward. He shook his head. “No. Thanks, Harold. It’s best I do this myself.”
He opened the front door and stepped outside. Nick stood by Ray’s car, looking out at the street. He was so damn beautiful it hurt to look at him. Ray rubbed his chest. He could get through this. He’d taken a chance and it didn’t work out. He just wished he’d stop choosing guys who didn’t feel the same way as he did. Maybe it was him. Was he so horrible? Too
