Chapter 67

“What’d you mean you don’t get it?!” Colin exclaimed. “It’s fucking hilarious. Y’know, cause you’re sick and all…”

“Colin, there was no pun…” Another knock. “There needs to be a pun for it to be funny—hang on. There’s someone at the door…”

“‘Kay.”

He opened it. Then understood Colin’s joke. Colin stood there, big, silly smile on his face and a container of soup in his hands.

“Colin!” Dexter squeaked, voice all hoarse and rough. He lifted his head away from his shoulder to let his phone fall, catching it in his hand. “I thought you were going out?”

“I did go out. But apparently I was being a bum. Kept talking about missing you.” He shrugged. “They ditched me after dinner.” Colin held up the container of soup. “Want some? Ma’s recipe.”

“You’re the best.”

“You say that like you’re surprised. Come on. I’ll heat some up for you.”