Dinner began with Rhett admitting he had no idea where Lena kept the good plates.
“Were you planning to use them?” Sutton asked.
“I was planning to look like a man who'd thought this through.”
“You've ruined that now.”
“Then we can eat out of the cartons.”
He had ordered from a place that knew his name and claimed to remember what he liked. The claim held up. There were warm tortillas, grilled meat, rice, beans, and enough salsa to suggest somebody expected trouble.
Sutton cleared the small porch table while Rhett brought out the food. They stayed within the occupied house grounds, with the existing coverage unchanged. He was off work for the evening. Nobody had to abandon a post so they could have dinner.
She left her phone within reach, facedown.
Rhett eyed it.
“Does that count
