“We didn’t figure we’d see
you for another hour at least,” Keegan said as Manny appeared in the living
room area of the loft.
“Hamlin’s dead to the world
and I didn’t have the heart to wake him.”
Thom looked over from the
kitchen, where he was preparing lunch. “How’s your leg?”
“Better than last night,
that’s for damned sure, thanks to you.”
“And your innate healing
powers. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah. I could eat a horse.”
Keegan laughed. “See, Thom,
I told you we should have absconded with that nag while we were out walking
Romper.”
“He’s kidding I hope. And
where is the pup? Off chewing up more shoes?”
“Nope,” Thom replied. “Sound
asleep in the middle of our bed. I guess we tired him out. You all ready to
eat?”
They were, and they did.
When they’d finished Manny checked the time and then opted for a second cup of
coffee.
“You working today?” Keegan
asked.
Manny nodded. “No rest for
the wicked and all that jazz. Are you two sticking around?”
“No. We’re heading back to
our place. My job here is done and I’d be more than willing to bet Alasdair’s
got ten more lined up for me.”
“A bet I’m not taking,”
Manny told him, chuckling. “I’ve got a feeling he’ll find something for me to
do too, if my real commandant hasn’t.” He sighed. “This is going to be rough.”
“On Hamlin, if you have to
go back to your home base in Holland?”
“Yes. I can’t ask him to
just pick up and come with me. He’s got his own life here.”
“You might find he’s more
than willing to,” Thom said. “I would be, if it were Keegan asking.”
“But you two have been
together forever.”
Thom shook his head. “Manny,
that’s not what counts. It’s how he feels about you, and if you had brain one
you’d know he really cares for you.”
“We’ll see, if and when the
time comes.”
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