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“Then what?”

Another sound from the hallway. The smaller bedroom door opens. Footsteps past the master bedroom.

The front door opens, then shuts.

Don lets out the breath he’s been holding. “Well.”

I turn toward him. “Don’t.”

“I said one word.”

“Your one-words might as well be paragraphs.”

He gives me a look. “So now what?”

I look away first.

Don’s voice is quieter when he speaks again. “We should go to my place.”

“Yes.”

“We retrieve the cheap wine from my bag, which I hope has arrived.”

“Agreed.”

“And you need to call Reggie.”

“It’s a bit late for business calls.”

“Paul.”

I look at him. He studies me for one long second.

“Are you going to?”

I take out my phone and stare at the screen.

“Tomorrow.”

Don tilts his head. “Really.”

I shove my phone back into my pocket.

“It’s late.”

He blows air through his lips.

“Wine then. And we’ll order something from that place that delivers.”

I unlock the bedroom door, then ease it open. The hallway is empty and silent.

“Your place,” I say. “Lightning speed.”

Don nods. “Good.”

The bathroom door is open now. Steam has faded from the mirror. A towel hangs damp over the rack, not neatly but not carelessly either.

The smaller bedroom door is closed.