Dylan slept like hell. He dreamed that Tess broke down the door and arrested him. He woke up, sweaty in his briefs and thankful he wasn’t spooning Bennett. The other boy lay on his back, his white underwear stretching tight against his morning wood.
Dylan left Bennett fast asleep so he could make a strong cup of coffee for himself in peace. He casually checked out the window and thankfully saw no blue Camaros.
He had the early shift at the mall, so he got dressed and headed downtown. It was Thursday and the regular senior citizen power walkers made their way through the mall at a steady clip. Occasionally one would use the surveys as an excuse to stop and rest, but Dylan didn’t manage to flag any down that day. He eyed the pawn shop every fifteen minutes, hoping to catch sight of Seth, b
