He doesn’t answer. Instead, he walks into the kitchen and pulls a glass from a cabinet. He fills it with water before he drinks it over the sink, staring out of the window. “Jay?” He holds up a hand, finishing off the water. He sets the glass on the counter and braces his hands on the sink, keeping his eyes on the view. “I’m okay.” “What’s wrong?” “I had to deal with a sudden urge to push you up against a wall and make out with you.”
