Chapter 31

“That makes me feel all kinds of wonderful.” Mark glowered at both men, got up, and headed to the kitchen. He needed to do something, anything, to take his mind off his fear—that was back in full force.

“Hey,” Paul said softly from behind him. Mark swung around from the open refrigerator, hands fisted defensively. Paul stepped back, shaking his head. “It’s me. Relax.”

“You relax,” Mark growled, slamming the refrigerator door closed.

Paul smiled and opened it again. “So what are we making for our bedtime snack?” He peered in. “Sandwiches would work, maybe toasted ham and cheese?”

Mark sank back against the counter. “Do it then. If I try, I’ll probably cut a finger off with the butter knife, I’m so shaky.”

With a grin, Paul replied, “Now that would almost be worth seeing, given how dull butter knives are.” Closing the door, he stepped in front of Mark, taking the man in his arms. “Deep breaths.”