Adam pillowed his head on his arm. He had gotten himself together, though, and had helped, after he’d seen how calmly Lyncoln faced the situation. And although he wouldn’t admit it, he’d found satisfaction in racing through the little grocery store with a shopping cart brimming with supplies that could very well save their lives. Hadn’t Lyncoln been impressed Adam had thought of toilet paper? He wasn’t so sure what Lyncoln would think of some other items he’d stuffed in the voluminous pockets of his overcoat. The situation might not warrant them, but if it turned out the occasion arose, it paid to have them available.
He bolted upright when he realized the sound he’d been drowsing to was the radio suddenly gone to white noise. “Lyncoln?” His voice came out a hoarse whisper, and he swallow
