As Kevin and Zelda took off, sprinting across the sand after goodbyes, the first fat drop of rain hit my shorn head. “Damnit.” The second one hit my glasses. “Crap.”
Colin chuckled. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
I glared as I reached for Chambord’s leash. “Let’s go.” I kept my hand at his lower back because he still felt insubstantial to me. Like a gust of wind would blow him over.
I was well aware of how we might look to outsiders. Kevin’s casual comment about his two dads might’ve just been random, but I guessed he’d seen me touching Colin and assumed we were together. I was glad Colin hadn’t tried to make up some kind of excuse or pull away from me. I would’ve hated for him to feel awkward, or worse, for the kid to think we were ashamed.
Plus, I liked having my hand on Colin, even i
