“Okay then, Rafe,” Lyle nodded and began to walk. “I’ll take you home. You can shower and sleep.” He cast a quick glance at Rafe when Rafe fumbled to follow, and put one arm around him to steady things. “But then we’re going to talk.”
Rafe nodded agreeably. “If I can sleep, I’m pretty sure we’ll have something to talk about.”
* * * *
The car was gone when they got back to the townhouse. Henry was either out by himself, or both Henry and Mary were still out. Either way, the house was silent and nobody came out to investigate when Lyle and Rafe slipped up the stairs to the third floor. Lyle offered Rafe a towel, a T-shirt and pajama pants that Lyle had no doubt Rafe would swim in, and showed Rafe to the shower. Thirty minutes later Rafe was sprawled on Lyle’s bed and sleeping so deeply th
