Chapter 66

The faint noise of the TV drew him to the living room instead, and he stood in the doorway, watching Gene Wilder and Cleavon Little chat on the flickering screen.

“Either come in, or shut the door. I hate that fucking hovering.”

He couldn’t see anything but the very top of Dominique’s head over the back of the couch, but he did as she said, closing the rest of the house off behind him. “I haven’t seen this movie in years,” he commented as he strode closer. “We don’t own this on DVD, do we?”

Dominique didn’t even glance up from where she was slumped. “Nah. I was flicking through and found it. It’s edited to hell, but it’s still better than most of the shit that’s on right now.” She glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye. “You’re still hovering.”

Gideon flopped down next to her, stretching out his legs to rest his feet on the coffee table. “How come you’re home?”

“Because I live here?”

“No, I know that. I just figured you’d be out.”