Chapter 8

After a long stretch of silence, broken only by the faint tick of a clock in the kitchen, Jerry stirred. “Not bad for a rookie,” he joked.

Quin snickered as he burrowed back against Jerry. “I have to admit, you still got some moves. I barely even heard your bones creak.”

With a grin, Jerry tweaked Quin’s ear. “All right, already. Truce. We’re not all thatfar apart in age, you know.”

“Thirteen years,” Quin admitted. “When I was born, you were on the cusp of puberty.”

Jerry hugged Quin tight against his chest. “I’ve found the older you get, the more all that evens out. I’m not worried about it if you aren’t?”

Quin shook his head, tickling Jerry’s face with the feathery ends of his hair. “Not at all.”

Another few minutes passed quietly, the two of them content to just cuddle. Quin broke the silence next. “I guess this means I have to pull out of the office pool.”

Jerry kissed Quin’s shoulder. “What pool?”