He could leave her in the little room with Meredith while he went downstairs to the area where the rest of their friends had gone and checked things out, or— “Cayne, no way! We're staying together, and we're not leaving Drew and Car and—” She choked on the name she didn't say, then tried hard to push past it. She squeezed her eyes shut. “I can't believe they left us!” To her surprise, Cayne hung his head. He mumbled, almost too quiet for her to hear: “They didn't want to. I asked them to. I'm sorry.” His voice was low as his green eyes rose to meet her brown ones. He groaned, running his hands through his hair. “I'm sorry for all of this. For—for her," he motioned to Meredith, then looked away. "I was such a fucking idiot!" Julia, still holding Meredith's silky hair in her closed fist, shook her head. She reached out to touch Cayne's arm. “This is not your fault.” “Of course it is!” Cayne's eyes flashed, and he was on his feet, unsteady, weak, but unable to sit still.
