Page 35 of Southernmost Murder

He nodded. “Figured.”

“I can’t believe I never got any hints,” I said, shaking my head.

“What did he say?”

“Nothing, really. Just, in ten days you’d be gone and he’d still be here for me.”

Jun’s expression seemed to harden from the way his eyes narrowed. “If you’d rather not…. I know long distance for some people is—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” I interrupted, waving a hand. “Don’t even go there. We can totally do a thousand miles. Right?”

“Yes.”

“Then don’t let what he said get to you.” I took Jun’s hips and stood on my toes to kiss him. “I told him we were official.”

“Did you?”

“As official as pumpkin spice in autumn.”

Jun’s mouth tilted to the side. “That’s quite a serious commitment, Mr. Grant.”

“I figured you’d be game, Mr. Tanaka,” I teased back.

He laughed and gave me a brief hug before letting go and nodding at the food. “What’s this?”

“Avocado toast,” I said, picking up a plate and holding it out. “And some other goodies.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Jun helped himself to the untouched coffee, and we walked with our breakfasts to the couch.

I took a big bite of the toast after plopping down beside him. “Man, I forgot how hungry sex makes me.”

He chuckled. “It’s certainly been a while for both of us.”

I hummed in agreement, taking another bite. “I need to talk to the police and see when they’re going to be finished at the home. Do you think it’ll take long?”

“Always depends.”

“Hmm… besides that, I’m all yours. What would you like to do today?” I turned sideways to look at Jun and tucked a leg under myself. “We’ve got a lot of historical homes and museums, although don’t feel obligated just because I enjoy them. Oh, maybe we can go to Mallory Square at sunset, or do some shopping—” I paused when my eyelids drooped, and then I was out.

JUN’S HANDwas planted in the middle of my chest. I blinked at it and slowly raised my head. He was eating his breakfast—calm as you please—holding me up from napping in my toast or crumbling into his lap. He glanced at me. “Awake?”

“Yeah.”

He let go.

I rubbed my eyes. “How long?”

He looked at his watch. “A minute or two. Feel better?”

I nodded. Silly as it might sound, a two-minute nap did usually leave me feeling alert and refreshed, if only for a little while. I picked up my toast and started eating again. “Thanks,” I added. “I mean, for knowing how narcolepsy works and not freaking out whenever stuff like this happens.”

“It’d make for a trying relationship if I got upset over every micronap, or took your sleepiness as some sort of insult,” Jun stated.

“That’d suck,” I answered.