Not like it mattered. Neither one of us was hungry—certainly not enough to order greasy food and melted shakes. But because I’d thrown on my work slacks and a sweater, I saw no reason to head back inside. Simon and David were probably in to their third or fourth round of sex by now. And knowing how they were when they got like this, I had until six in the morning before one of them left for work. They’d had sex marathons in the past, so until one or both were showered and dressed, I was with Jace. It was strange though. For as long as I’d lived on BainbridgeIsland, I never noticed how quiet or empty the streets were so early in the morning. Neon signs highlighted the asphalt beneath our feet as we walked up Wyatt Way, admiring whatever treasures waited for us through large store windows. Every now and again one of us made a comment or some odd remark about what we saw, but for the most part our walk was a quiet one. Half the time I was thinking about Orion and how much Jace reminded me of him.
