Damien stepped into his path to wrap him in a loose embrace. “Relax, they will, and then we can go home and find something to take your mind off this for a while.”
“Sleep would do that, if I can.”
“I’ll sing you lullabies.” When Lyle gave him a disbelieving look, Damien laughed. “Not really. My singing voice resembles a hoarse frog.”
“That would definitely defeat the purpose.”
“For sure,” Damien agreed. “For now though, the coffee shop across the street’s still open. Why don’t you go get us some? It’ll give you something to do other than pace. I can let the locksmith in if he gets here before you get back.”
“I…Sure, why not. Do you want regular or something fancy?”
“Regular, please.”
As soon as Lyle left, making certain to leave the alarm box unarmed, Damien called Radclyffe. He exp
