Later that night, Allison sighed in the quiet darkness of the living room, leaning back against the door. She kicked her shoes off, happy to be home. Going into the kitchen, she made a cup of coffee, wondering if Deucalion had eaten anything. It was nine in the evening, too late to make dinner. Besides, Jenny had fed them while they played cards after finishing up plans.
As she went for the stairs, she turned off the few lights that had been left on so she could see. The carpet was plush under her soaked feet as she made her way to the bedroom.
Deucalion was already in bed, leaning back against the headboard, a book in his hand. He had on a pair of deep blue boxers, long legs crossed over the comforter. He looked up at the sound of her entrance.
He tented the book over his stomach. "Hey
