“River,” Quinn said, out of the blue, late that afternoon.
“Wet,” Brent replied.
“I’m not doing a free association test,” Quinn said, giving his husband a disapproving look.
“I know. You meant Mr. Kingston. What about him?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
“How about you put it on hold until we get home?”
Quinn nodded, then grinned. “You’re cooking? Because I’m starving, and maybe if I eat my brain will start functioning again.”
“Ah-ha. That explains it. I guess I will. Fish. It’s supposed to be brain food.”
“And broccoli,” Quinn added as he closed down his computer.
“Blueberries.”
“God, no! You know how I feel about them.”
Brent laughed. “About the same way I feel about calamari.”
Milly was just putting on her coat when they went into the reception area. “Steve and Fran
