Chapter 13
Jacksonville, FL
I WENT TO THE DEN and quietly set my briefcase on the floor and my laptop on the desk.
“You make more noise when you tiptoe around like that,” Mike said.
“Say what?”
“What I mean to say is that when I’m asleep, normal sounds don’t intrude. The sound of something out of the ordinary, you on tiptoes for example, registers on my subconscious as not normal.”
“That’s interesting; did you figure it out by yourself?”
“I think I read it somewhere… smartass.”
“How do you feel?”
“I’ll live,” he said.
“Gee, that’s encouraging. Can you be a tad more specific?”
“My shoulder hurts, I’m hungry, and my butt is sore. That good enough for you?”
“No more s*x for you until that butt gets better.”
“Not on your life. There’s ‘good’ sore and ‘bad’ sore. I think you know w
