In the end, Lynn didn't see home again until Monday morning, thereabouts of four AM. He dropped an equally exhausted Anderson off at his hotel, then went home and face-planted. By the time he rejoined the waking world, it was well on to six PM.
Yawning, Lynn dragged himself to the shower and scoured with a salt scrub until he felt kraken again. Half-heartedly drying off, he pulled on a pair of boxers and wandered down the hallway, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Turning on the espresso machine, he quickly made three shots-one to drink immediately and two more to go in the latte that followed.
Smiling at the aroma of a well-made hazelnut latte, he carried it outside to his 'yard', looking out over the city as the business day shut down and the nightlife took over in glitter
