O.B. came out the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and used another to dry his hair.
The game had gone well. Hell, the night before had been good, too. He’d gotten to the apartment long before Avery had come home, so he’d figured his story about the dentist would float.
He and Avery had made love before going to sleep.
Coco had woken them early the next morning, insisting on being fed. Once O.B. had attended to the cat’s breakfast, he’d returned to the bedroom where he and Avery had made love until it had been time for Avery to leave for the studio.
That cat’s early wake-up call ain’t so bad after all,” O.B. considered, walking down the row of lockers. When he got to his own locker, Avery was waiting for him.
O.B. put on his aloof professional air and greeted the report
