“How’s Roan?” I asked.
“Annoyed.”
“That sounds promising.”
“He hates rehab.”
“Most people do.”
“He said Carter enjoys making him suffer.”
“Does he?”
“Probably.”
I laughed and leaned against the window.
Noah went quiet for a moment.
“You nervous?”
“No.”
“Reese.”
“Yes.”
“How nervous?”
I looked at the racks behind me.
“Somewhere between wanting tomorrow to hurry up and wanting another month to prepare.”
“You don’t need another month.”
“You haven’t seen everything that can still go wrong.”
“I’ve seen you fix every problem that came up.”
“That doesn’t mean there won’t be more.”
“No,” he said. “It means you’ll fix those too.”
I didn’t answer immediately.
Noah had a way of saying things as if they were obvious. Not because he didn’t understand how much work they required. B
