Doyle lit the gas fire in the fireplace, which cast a shimmering glow over everything. He knew it was late but he figured that, if everyone was like him, their adrenaline would still be pumping and they’d need to sit up a while before they could get back to sleep. He sent Brandon to get settled in the bedroom while Kord strode off to make some hot chocolate. It would have been charmingly domestic if it hadn’t been so potentially dangerous.
“This is great, babe,” Kord said from the kitchen. Doyle knew that Kord knew where just about everything was. Doyle kept the kitchen neat and clean and orderly, like everything else. A stark contrast to Kord’s apartment, which was clean but not orderly enough for Doyle to want to spend much time there. Which is why Kord found himself at the condo more o
