Chapter 9If there was one emotion Lee knew more than all the rest, it was terror, and Scott had been terrified to turn on the OPEN sign. His hands shook, he spoke in that manic, ninety-words-a-minute way that he did when he was losing control, and his eyes were wide and wild. Whatever Scott had been expecting to go wrong didn’t happen, though, and Thursday’s opening flew by with very little issues. By the time they dropped into bed on Friday morning it was almost four a.m., but they dropped into it together. Exhausted as they were, they made no attempt to initiate s*x, but they stayed up for another hour, talking about processes they might need to tweak or things they’d forgotten to purchase. When they finally dozed off, Lee slept like a rock, not even changing positions once during the ni
