The sun had reached its zenith, and the normally constant eastern winds were nearly absent, leaving the afternoon unusually warm. Or maybe he just felt warmer because he couldn’t stop thinking about Ray and replaying last night and this morning on his mental theater screen. He’d long ...
Ray forced back the disappointed sigh building in his lungs. He’d hoped Sam would have let Jesse come back to work. He shouldn’t have to pay for Sam’s issues, and Ray couldn’t help but feel responsible for it. He was the one who’d fired Jesse’s dad, after all. ...