It took Rick a second to realize Beau was teasing, since he’d registered them as father and son. Not that the lady believed him for even a minute. “That’s what you get for hooking up with her,” he retorted, laughing. “You’re turn in the shower. I even left you some hot water.”
“This is a motel. If they ran out, I’d ask for our money back.”
Beau went into the bathroom, unaware, Rick hoped, that he was eyeing him with something more than a ‘son’s’ interest. Rick dressed quickly in fresh jeans and a T-shirt, wrapping his dirty clothes into a bundle before putting them in his backpack.
Then he turned on the TV, looking for anything other than news. He had no desire to discover that Mercer’s death had made the headlines. He found a comedy rerun and was watching it when Beau came out of the b
