The next morning at just past six o’clock, Dallas stepped onto his front porch with a cup of coffee. He was groggy, but he’d stayed up all night many times before for his job, and he knew that he’d be OK after two coffees.
Maybe three today.
Dean stared over at him in shock, his breath steaming in the morning cold.
“What the hell are you doing home, man?” Dean asked. “I thought you were staying at Liv’s place until this whole thing was all over. Does this mean it’s all over?”
Dallas shook his head. “Not even f*****g close.”
Dean studied his tense face. “C’mon over here. Talk to me.”
“I can’t. I can’t leave her alone even for one second.”
“She’s at your place?”
“In my bed.”
Dean grinned. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before… Liv in your bed, you on the sofa.”
Dallas sh
