The noise was comforting, louder than a rainy day in Seattle, but so blissfully familiar that I melted further into Beau’s side. “I missed the rain,” I whispered. “It feels like home.” Beau’s frame deflated and he pushed out a pained breath. I couldn’t even begin to guess why. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” he muttered. “You have to tell me. Game rules.” “Then I’ll take my pass.” My spirits fell. “Okay.”
