Chapter Seven
Sean didn’t know how long he had been sitting on the log, tossing rocks into the ocean, but he’d cooled off enough that he felt the cold reality of what an ass he’d been—going off on Zac like that as if the man would move in on his wife. That was something that couldn’t happen, wouldn’t happen. He shut his eyes and tried to let it go. “Jesus, Sean, pull it together,” he said. He just couldn’t help the feeling that maybe he was burning his bridges faster than he had any hope of repairing them.
He could also tell, as the late afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, that it was getting late. He heard the ding on his cell phone again as another message popped up from Zac: Where are you? He thumbed through the other five, all from Zac. He’d talked Annie into coming for dinner, he
