Chapter 7Quint’s patented sleep aid did as promised and Clay awoke feeling rested. Then everything that had happened hit him again, not the least of which was the fact that Quint wasn’t in bed with him. One deep breath told him why. After hitting up the bathroom, Clay wandered into the kitchen.
“You keep this up,” Clay said, eyeing the eggs and sausage Quint was fixing, “and I might rethink my dislike of roommates.”
Quint c****d an eyebrow. “Because I cook a mean breakfast?”
“That and the fact that, despite everything that’s happening, you manage to keep me centered and reasonably calm.”
“Calm is good.” Quint put down the spatula, walked to where Clay was standing, and gave him a hearty kiss. “Keep that in mind after I’ve left. And get on the phone now and call the security company.” W
