Chapter 11
“You’re great for stress relief,” Galen said, as he and Marc snuggled Friday morning. “If we didn’t have to go to work…”
Marc grinned. “But we do, so move it.”
“Make me.”
“Boy, you’re asking for it. Unfortunately, right now, you’re not getting it.” Marc gave him a kiss, then slid out of bed, heading to the bathroom.
With a sigh, Galen got up as well. They dressed, made and ate a fast breakfast, then left the apartment—with Galen unsetting the wards before they did, then setting them again when they were in the hallway. “I may keep them, once everything is over,” he said as they walked downstairs. “They’re cheaper than a security system.”
Marc laughed. “Then you’d better hope you don’t have a fire or a bad accident. They could wipe out half the emergency responders coming t
