Chapter 11Mars
February 26
Pax came for dinner after his meeting Saturday. Got a tour of the house. Stayed the night. It was just as good as the other nights they stayed together. And now they had a whole day and night to do nothing but decide if they had something to work with.
Mars meant to ease into it, but before even finishing breakfast he heard himself say, “We have something to work with here, right?”
Pax sat back in his chair, coffee mug in one hand, the other hand dragging down his face to stifle a yawn that started when he opened his mouth to answer. They both laughed a little; no surprise they were moving slow, after the night they’d had. (Three times. Three times, people. Not bad for a couple of forty-year-olds.) Once he swallowed the laugh and some more coffee, he said, “R
