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“Whew,” Glenn said, scooting up to sit against the headboard, “now that we got that out of our systems, let’s get our stories straight and make sure we didn’t miss anything.”
Resplendent in a long T-shirt from my dirty clothes hamper, I carried a tray into the bedroom and gave his shoulder a nibble as I got back in bed. “Speak for your own system.”
“Mmm,” Glenn said, nuzzling his way around my neck in a way that made me shiver. “In that case, sustenance first.”
I settled down next to him, the tray between us, and pointed to each item in turn. “The chez Brennan room service special is the finest water, bottled from a fictitious municipality with Springs in its name, and chocolate chip pound cake. And ice packs.”
Glenn reached for a fork, and I added, “Be careful. I think I nuked it
