Declan’s eyes popped open wide. “So that’s it, then? Your plan worked?”
Seb grinned. “Yeah, I guess it did.”
“Well hot shit.” Declan joined him on the bed. He must have noticed that Seb was starting to chill because he pulled the blanket up, draping it over his shoulders. “Congratulations, Seb. I know you still lost a lot, but I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you,” Seb answered. “I’m proud of us, too.”
Declan rubbed his palm against Seb’s back in a slow circle. “It’s too cold to stay here. Let’s pack up some things, and I can drive us to that motel near the highway.”
“What about tomorrow?” Seb asked. The wind cut through the hallway outside the bedroom again, and he pulled the blanket a little tighter.
Declan grabbed Seb’s underwear and shirt from the ground, then handed them over. “Tomorrow?” he said, then smiled. “I guess tomorrow we figure out what the hell comes next, huh?”
