Check-in
Together, Corbin and Alex got the key to the hotel room, and headed up.
Luckily for them, it was close by where they’d finished interviewing, and was a decent place.
Bless the Blackhawks for not pulling a dirty dive roach coach. The place was actually nice. It didn’t smell like rage and regret, and the chances were there were no bedbugs to snuggle up to them all night.
That was always the highlight of a trip.
The walk to the room was pleasant too. The carpet was fun colors and shapes, and there was art on the walls instead of innocuous smears of god knew what.
It looked like they won the hotel lottery once more.
Once in the room, both men dropped their bags, gear, and shoes at the door. It was cool inside, and they knew they’d sleep well.
If.
They.
Slept.
When you worked with Elizabeth, she ran around the clock more times than not.
There were two king beds, and a magnificent view of another building.
So much for seeing the mountains.
Thank God they lived in Utah now, and could do that on a day off.
“I’ll write up the notes and get the preliminary report ready for Elizabeth to let her know that we’re done with the homeless interview. She’s going to be excited to find out what we learned about Johnathan being offered money, and then losing his kidney.”
Corbin laid on the bed and closed his eyes.
He told himself it was going to just be for a second, but he was beat, and needed a way to hide to regroup.
It sucked they didn’t have separate rooms. Before, he didn’t mind. Now, he really wanted his own space.
Far from Alex and his scent.
All the way back to the hotel, it had been hell on his heart, his body, and his libido. It was a bad time for him to start feeling again.
And with a straight man.
The exhaustion was real. Both he and Alex had just closed a case, so he might just get away with taking a nap to avoid dealing with the problem he was facing.
His.
Partner.
The last thing he wanted was to have a conversation.
Oh, and Alex was going to want to do just that as he tried to figure out what was wrong with him.
What wasn’t wrong?
That was the question.
“Don’t forget to put in that he heard shit upstairs when he was in the building,” Corbin said, yawning.
