章 95: Chapter 95

“Yes, it is.” I kissed the corner of his mouth, then put my palm against his cheek, turned his face toward mine, and kissed him properly.

“Okay. Now move it so we can go have breakfast and see how Joe’s doing. After that we’ll call Portia. And I’d better call Ms. Parker and Matheson and let them know I won’t be in.”

I could see he half expected me to tease him about taking time off from work, but I just slid my hand around his neck and gave a slight squeeze. “You do have your priorities straight.”

“Yep.” He took my hand, turned it over, and kissed my palm. “Hurry it up, wouldja? I’m starved.”

May 24, 2005

QUINN AND I ENTERED the kitchen to find Joe sitting at the breakfast bar, an almost-empty bowl of Frosted Flakes on the counter in front of him and the ratty teddy bear within reach. He pulled it closer to him when he saw us.