Brett returned to the bed, two Yuenglings in hand.
Chad sat up in bed, stuffing pillows against the headboard. Brett joined him.
They cheered and they drank and when they looked at each other, Brett sealed the look with a kiss.
“What was that for?”
Brett paused, took another drink. A worried look washed over his face.
“Something wrong?”
“Just thinking about something that happened between our first night and now.”
“Something about us?”
Brett nodded. Took a drink. “Hang on,” he said and again he got up from the bed.
Bending down, he retrieved the slacks of his uniform, reaching into the back pocket. The action set off alarm bells inside Chad’s mind, his fear confirmed when Brett approached with a small piece of paper in his hand. He handed it to Chad, who nervously accepted it. Cha
