“Y
ou said a couple of things the other day that have really stuck with me. That some people drink to forget something painful, and others drink because they’re hiding something.”
Cap poured two strong drinks. Bourbon and a splash of water for himself. A vodka and orange juice for Tess. He set the glasses on the kitchen table and sat across from her.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m doing both.”
Tess lit a cigarette.
“To be honest with you, I don’t quite know what’s going on between the two of us. I feel like there’s something here, but at the same time, something is holding us back.”
Tess didn’t disagree. She smoked and waited for more.
“And I’ve always been better at listening—at least when it comes to what I’m thinking. What I’m feeling.” He took a sip of his bourbon.
