Chapter 4
Dylan sat up in bed, his back against the headboard. He opened his paperback book and bent his knees up to hide its cover. The lights flickered but held. Winds rocked the building, and snow pounded the window. He stole glances at Kimo tapping his keyboard. On occasion, Kimo glanced Dylan’s way and smiled. Time passed until Dylan dropped the book on the small side table.
Kimo pushed back from his laptop and leered at Dylan as a loud thunderclap exploded. “I’m ready for my treat.”
Heat surged through Dylan, and it wasn’t from the wood stove. He shook his head.
“The chocolate cake from the restaurant. What did you think I meant?”
Dylan choked on his words. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
With each in just briefs, they rushed to the small refrigerator atop the compact pine dress
