Zale walked into the darkened condo with a pack slung over his shoulder. The place was quiet. No lights were on.
What the hell?
He flicked on the nearest light switch and took stock of his temporary home. Rose"s bag was in the living room, but nothing else had changed since he"d left. The TV was off. The kitchen was untouched.
He swung his gaze toward the stairs to the second floor.
With fisted hands, he climbed the steps. As he neared the top, the soft steady sounds of slumber reached him. The tension in his chest eased, just a little. He wasn"t sure what he would have done if they"d been naked… and f*****g.
Light from the living room filtered over the half-wall and lit the room enough for him to see. They were still fully clothed, stretched across a still made bed. A faint hint of a
