A Point of Honor by C L Rowell

Author:C L Rowell
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2019-11-02T04:00:00+00:00

10

Todd

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She’d assured me she would be asleep when I came out and she was true to her word. She lay sprawled across the mattress, covered except for her head and one bare foot. Her clothing was piled on the chair by the table and the zipper on her carryon gaped open, suggesting that she’d taken my advice and changed clothes. Refusing to contemplate what she might be wearing beneath those covers—consciously, at least—I slid beneath the blankets of the second bed, turned off the lamp, and rolled over as Butch kept watch at her side.

The scent of fresh-brewed coffee woke me an undetermined amount of time later. Light pierced the dimness of the room from around the edges of the closed curtains and I could see the flickering of the television in my peripheral vision. I raised up on one elbow and spotted her sitting in front of the TV. The closed captioning was on and doing a predictably bad job at following along with the show she was watching. Butch was curled at the foot of my bed with his nose tucked beneath a pilfered pillow. The bed creaked as I shifted, alerting her to my conscious state, and she craned her neck to look at me through long damp waves of brown.

“Did the TV wake you up?”

I shook my head, “I think it was the smell of the coffee.”

“Oops,” she bit her lip, badly hiding a grin. “My bad. I was hungry and didn’t know how much longer you’d sleep and there’s a Denny’s right next door. You don’t seem like the vegan type, so I took a chance and ordered us both the Grand Slam breakfast and coffee. I got plenty of cream and sugar, too—you know, in case you’re like me and like a little coffee with your cream and sugar.” She pointed to the table at a bag I’d totally missed. “Your food’s in the bag and the cup beside it is yours.”

She was already dressed, wearing a pair of thin yoga pants and a Garfield t-shirt, with pink and white Nike’s on her feet. I tried to ignore the stab of disappointment that jabbed me when I realized I’d slept through the chance to see her in her pajamas.

“You didn’t have to get me food.” I plodded over to the table and dragged the other chair over in front of the Denny’s bag. Dropping into it, I popped the top off the coffee cup and took a sip. “Ooohhh, that hits the spot.”

“Of course, I did. You’d do the same for me. Not to mention, I would have felt so bad if I’d walked back in just as you woke up and didn’t bring anything for you to eat.”

“I’m sure I would have survived.” I lifted the takeout platter out of the bag and removed the cover. The delicious aroma of bacon slapped me across the face and drool pooled in my mouth. My stomach roared and I grinned, unashamed, glancing over at her. “Thanks, though.

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