Chapter 11The final weekend before the start of the season began found another storm roiling off the coast, the rumbling of thunder booming across the early morning sky. Noah stirred from under the covers, staring at the digital clock on the bedside table—7:35. He’d enjoyed only three hours sleep. Demetri had to get the diner up and running, so he departed the Barrier Brief at four A.M., and Noah, not wanting to spend the night alone on that hard mattress, departed as well and slinked into the Hatcher house, but not before they had enjoyed another round of sweaty s*x. When Noah finally slid between the sheets, soft, luxurious, his entire body welcomed the comfort. He’d be sore tomorrow.
Still, as sleep had claimed him, he was left with the lingering taste of Demetri’s parting kiss, as wel
