Keir made it back to the motel as he said he would. When Teague opened the door before Keir could pick the lock, the young man waggled a finger at him. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”
“I will. Now that I know you’re safe.”
“Damn. What could happen to me during the day, in town?”
Teague shrugged. “Worst case scenario. You could get picked up for loitering.”
“And Hoyt would get me out of jail before they brought me breakfast.”
“True, I guess.” Teague yawned widely.
“Stop that. Now I’m yawning.” Which he did, prodigiously.
“No wonder. You should be beyond beat.”
“Naw. I think I fell asleep before you did.” Keir started toward his bed, saying, “I don’t suppose you picked up breakfast.”
“Yep. Sorry. It’s in the bag on the desk. This place in sorely lacking in amenities, like a fridge
