9
Evan was waiting at the restaurant entrance for me. He still had his uniform on and looked a little worse for wear. His eyes didn’t have their usual sparkle, instead they had dark rings. His posture was slouched with fatigue. Evan looked like a man ready to collapse.
“Hey, sugar,” he said, wrapping his arm heavily around my shoulders.
“When was the last time you slept?” I asked, standing rigid to support his leaning weight.
His eyes lazily rolled up to the sky, calculating. “I have no idea.”
I knew he had slept at my place the night before last. But it was only for a couple of hours. I bet he hadn’t had a decent sleep for a long time.
“Come on,” I said, nearly dragging him to my car. “You’re going to bed.”
“I only have an hour and then I have to go back to work.”
“You’re not goin
