Chapter 78

Turning to Daniel, Clark offered a hesitant smile. “Sorry,” he said. “Not quite as stable as I thought.”

“No reason to be sorry,” Daniel answered. “Right now, you make me feel safe, and I don’t mind.”

Clark kissed Daniel’s cheek. He cracked open the bottle of Gatorade and paused, looking at Daniel’s blood-covered hands. “Get yourself cleaned up a little, first.”

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“Yeah. I need it.” Breaking open the wet wipes, Daniel got the blood off his hands. He only managed to get halfway up his forearms before the wipes grew gory. “I’m glad the jail has a shower. I just have to hope they’ll let me use it before the paperwork.” Daniel huffed a laugh. “Too bad it’s very unlikely they’d let us shower together.”