KES WAS ON HIS FOURTH beer and he was feeling light-headed. He wasn’t used to drinking alcohol. He didn’t like to drink in front of Isobel when she couldn’t due to being pregnant, though she never objected. It seemed deeply inconsiderate to him to indulge in something while the person you loved could not—and you had contributed to the reason they could not. It was Isobel who was going through all the physical demands of carrying their baby and caring for a toddler at the same time. Giving up booze was the least he could do.
Had been, Kes corrected himself. Giving up booze had been the least he could do. Which wasn’t to say he couldn’t have done a lot more. He swallowed hard and put down his glass.
Coming out to a bar had been a bad decision. The place was heaving with people, all of them
