Chapter 12
Walking into Scott’s place was starting to feel all too familiar. But as he crossed the threshold, Duke realized he hadn’t really thought this through all the way. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do next, now that he’d actually gotten Scott home.
“Should we order some food in?” he asked. “I wiped out your kitchen this morning, remember?”
“Yeah, good idea.” He dropped his briefcase on the floor without a second glance and pulled a stack of tri-folded, glossy menus from the table beside the door. “I have these. You can pick something. Anything you like. I’m not really that hungry.”
Duke was, surprisingly enough, though he felt a little guilty about not getting something specifically to target Scott’s desires. He flipped through the menus, not to see what looked good to him, bu
