Chapter 7

Zack hasn’t budged. Cool as a cucumber, mind you, like chillin’ in the food court’s all he’s got planned for the evening. He’s not glancing anxiously around or jangling his knees. But he’s waiting for Henry when he swings through the Authorized Personnel door, and favors him with a tongue-tipped smile when he sees him.

“Done for the day?” he asks, standing.

“Yeah.”

“‘Bout time,” he says with a wink. “I’m about ready for that beer.” Zack claps Henry on the shoulder, pulls him into a one-arm let’s-walk-and-talk hug and steers him away.