Chapter 14

Deciding not to ask about what—though Quint’s tone of voice said it had to be important—Clay led the way inside. Once they were in the loft, he went into the kitchen area, asking, “Do you want something to drink? Like coffee?”

“Coffee’s good.” Quint pulled out one of the chairs at the table and sat.

As soon as Clay had the coffee brewing, he leaned against the counter. “What do we need to talk about?”

Quint’s response was to ask, “Do you have something I can write on?”

Clay snorted, going to the studio to get a small sketchpad. He heard Quint chuckle and knew he’d gotten how inane his question had been, considering where they were. He came back, handed the pad to Quint then poured two coffees. “Cream?”

“No, I’m good.” Quint sipped it before he took his pen from his pocket and flipped open the sketchpad.

“What are you doing?” Clay asked as Quint began to write, taking a seat beside him.