Nate knocked on the front door and waited. When he’d phoned, Rita had said she’d be home in five, and it had taken him longer to drive here. He glanced at Rusty and gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile rather than showing his concern.
What had happened while he was on the phone? Rusty had gone from “Mr. I Don’t Need Anyone” to someone as nervous as hell. Whatever was up with Rusty, it was something big and probably something they should talk about.
Not that there was any point in doing that, especially as he’d probably never see the guy after tomorrow. Better to focus on enjoying the little time they had left together rather than opening what was probably a can of worms that should be left well alone.
Finally, the door opened, and Rita greeted him with an apologetic smile. “Sor
