Chapter 5
The coffee didn’t help much. Jarrett might work long hours, but he was still a cog in the official nine-to-five business day, which meant getting to bed as soon as he possibly could most nights. Even when his workload was heavy, he rarely lasted later than two, so now, at four-twenty, he felt like everything he did was in slow motion.
Eli showed no signs of stopping. He’d made the second pot of coffee around one, and was still nursing it, even though the last cup had been mostly sludge. His dark eyes danced every time he looked away from his laptop, which wasn’t often at all with the work he was trying to get from it. The quieter Jarrett got, the more Eli chattered, like he had to make up for the silence with his own side of the conversation, regardless of whether Jarrett parti
