Chapter 14
Mark’s eyes flew open when he heard something moving downstairs, wondering how long he’d been asleep, even as he looked around for something to use to defend himself. Like the novice he was, he’d left the gun downstairs, tucked between the sofa cushions.
“I’m back,” Paul called out.
Mark heaved a deep sigh of relief, jumping to his feet so quickly he felt his healing wound protest. “I’ll be right down,” he said in return. Going to the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face to finish waking up, took a deep calming breath, and went to join Paul in the kitchen.
Paul was emptying the shopping bags, putting most of the contents into the refrigerator. Mark began to help, chuckling when he found two large containers of mocha ice cream.
“Got a thing for this?” he asked, wavin
