Nick stood in front of Ray’s front door and wondered if he should turn and get back into the car and drive away. This was turning out to be harder than he even thought. What if Ray told him to get lost? He might have decided they had too many differences after all. The only way to know, he guessed, was to knock.
At least he felt better for having showered and shaved. He’d even cleaned up his apartment. It was more than past time he got his act together. He rapped on the door.
Harold opened the door a few moments later. He looked surprised. “Nick?”
“Yeah. Is Ray home, Harold?”
“He is.” Harold let him in. “Should I go get him? He’s in the living room.”
“No.” Nick licked his lips. “I’ll go. Thanks.”
He walked down the hall toward Ray’s living room. He reached the doorway and peered in.
