Chapter 77

“Almost seven-thirty.”

Randy rolled onto his side and watched Vaughn stand. “Did they say what time they’d be here?”

Vaughn nodded. “Around nine. This was his last monitored change. I guess they give him some time to clean up, maybe chat about things, I don’t know.” He stooped beside the bed and began to disentangle the pile of clothes on the floor. When he had separated the one pile in two smaller ones, he picked up Randy’s and dropped it into Randy’s lap. “Not that I’m telling you what to do, but you might want to shower.”

“Oh?” Randy swung his legs over the side of the bed and smiled sweetly. “You don’t want him to tell me that he can smell you on me again?”

Vaughn frowned. “Say what?”

“Nothing.” Randy shook his head. Vaughn didn’t need that at that moment; he was already nervous. For that matter, Randy himself was nervous. No doubt Hannah, Isaac, and most of the rodents, birds, insects, and mammals within emotional-radar distance were nervous as well.