CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and EIGHTY-THREE
“They’ve been there for you too,” Blane said. “You’re a part of this family.”
Nelson gave a vague nod.
“Are you saying that you have an overwhelming situation,” Blane said. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“Yes,” Nelson said with a nod. “No. Really I don’t know.”
Nelson opened his mouth to speak but noticed that Blane was yawning again.
“We can talk about this later,” Nelson said with a shrug. “It’s not urgent.”
“I’m sorry, I’m dead on my feet,” Blane said. “I need to rest, feed Wyn, all of that. Would you like to stay?”
“Nah, I have to get up in a few hours,” Nelson said. “You remember that we’re flying to the Western Slope this morning. I’ll be there for the rest of the week.”
“I do. It sounds like an interesting case,” Blane said.
“Thanks for coming,” Blane said. “It was really beyond the call of duty.”
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Nelson said. “I found it … deeply moving, stirring in some really primal way.”
“Call me when you get settled in Grand Junction?” Blane asked.
Nelson nodded. He leaned over to give Blane a peck on the lips. Blane watched him walk out of the Castle. Blane sleepily brought Wyn downstairs to their apartment.
“You look exhausted,” Heather said.
“Dead on my feet,” Blane said.
“Are you sick?” Heather asked. Her hand went to his forehead. She shook her head. “You’re not too warm.”
“Just worn out,” Blane said, slipping off his shoes.
“It’s not so long ago that you were ill,” Heather said.
“I don’t feel sick,” Blane said. “I really don’t. Just …”
“Let me take him,” Heather took Wyn from Blane. “You, get back in bed. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“How was Nelson?” Heather asked as Blane went into the bathroom.
“I’m not sure,” Blane said. The toilet flushed. “He’s been weird since his dad called from Poland.”
“Weird?” Heather asked.
“I’m not sure,” Blane said. He yawned. “It’s like there’s something he wants to tell as much as he doesn’t want me to know. You know?”
“He’s been like that with me too,” Heather said.
“It’s probably just some dumb Templar stuff,” Blane said at the same time Heather said, “Templar crap.”
Blane pulled off his pants and fell into bed of the fold out couch.
“Mack’s …?” Blane asked.
“He’s in bed already,” Heather said. “Wyn will follow him shortly.”
They used the bedroom area of the studio apartment for the childrens’ sleeping area. They slept on the couch next to the door.
“Sleep,” Heather said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Even though the kitchen was only feet away from the bed, Blane was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Heather fed Wyn a little bit of yogurt before putting him back in his crib. Like his father, Wyn fell over and went to sleep.
After such a dramatic night, Heather was sure she could not sleep. She slipped in next to Blane and opened her eBook reader. She fell into a sound asleep.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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