3 Chapter 3

“Can you maybe put him in another room or something?” Flat against the wall, Hendrix held his bag at his chest, as if it was a bullet- or canine teeth-proof shield.

“There are only two, the bedroom, where the modem is, and the bathroom, which is way too small. I’ll…” Robin wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but he offered it. “I’ll put him outside.”

This seemed to appease the high-strung stranger, who finally let out his breath.

By the time Robin came back, Hendrix was in the bedroom, bent over the small table where the modem sat, flashing some skin, more fur—a coppery brown color—and the waistband of his Joe Boxer undershorts, which sat way lower than his waist.