Zane swallowed a sigh and pushed himself out of his chair. "How about if we go out on the porch. We can watch the rain from there. It's covered so we won't get wet. Rain always used to make me feel better."

When I was a kid and not a wreck of a person.

Dara gave him a skeptical look, but when he waved at the porch, she headed toward the door. The air had a clean, fresh smell to it, the kind that rain always brought with it. Zane wished the storm could cleanse his brain ...