Leaving Tessa sound asleep, Earl left the room and shut her door. Retracing his steps, he entered the kitchen to find Tweeter waiting on him, along with Evan and his lover, Chad. Evan looked better than he had last night when he’d retreated to his room with symptoms of altitude sickness. Chad looked tired and hungry. Must have been a rough night for both of the men. “Hey, Evan. Chad. Do you want something to eat? Lunch won’t be served for another two hours or so. I can make oatmeal, homemade, not instant. Or maybe toast and tea?” Earl placed Tessa’s computer and its cord in front of Tweeter, who already had Tessa’s phone in front of him. “Here, do your thing.” Evan frowned at the sight of the laptop, while Chad answered Earl’s questions. “We’ll take the oatmeal and some juice. Evan also could use some more acetaminophen. We ran out.” “That’s Tessa’s laptop and cell.” Evan looked at Earl and then Tweeter, accusation in his voice and gaze.
