Chapter 39

It took some time to get dressed. Ellis wanted to be just so when Bryn arrived. If Bryn arrived. He was going for something between casual business attire and come-fuck-me clothes. He went with snug, strategically ripped jeans with a nicer button-down, tucked in with a belt. With the boots and the holster, he sort of looked like the stunt double in a bad action flick, but it was the best he could do while sleep deprived and anxious.

Downstairs, he went about his morning routine and then started cleaning. The minutes dragged. He was up too early, but he’d woken up around four A.M. with Bryn on the brain, and he’d thrown in the towel after a half hour of tossing and turning.