“You’re interrupting us,” Dylan
announces when we step into the main room.
Parker’s stretched out along the examining
table, hands laced behind his head, already dozing, and Ellington
glares at us from where he leans against the counter, his arms
crossed in front of his chest, a closed look on his face. He’s
thinking he’ll have to sanitize that room now, I can almost see him
spraying it down when we’re finally gone. I have a feeling he’s
going to lay into us about having s*x and I already have a reply
ready for him. It’s called love when we do it, but you wouldn’t
know about that, would you? Why don’t you ask Conlan if he
understands the concept? But before either of us can say a
word, Dylan gives Parker a hard shove off the table and asks,
“Well? What’s so damn important that
