Chapter 119

“Huh?” I didn’t want to track water and shit all over his floor, so I toed off my shoes and rolled off my socks. Once I had the socks in my hand, I wasn’t sure what to do with them. I wound up sticking them in a pocket.

“You left a cup for me in the microwave.” He was staring at my feet, and I resisted the impulse to tuck one behind the other.

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” Fuck it. That was the cup I had put in there when I’d gotten the phone call from Sweetcheeks a hundred years ago, telling me that Pretty Boy was in the hospital.

“Of course you don’t.”

“So someone broke into your house to nuke a cup of coffee?”

He just smiled at me. “Next time put the cup in the dishwasher, would you, please?”

“Sure, Quinn. I’ve never used your microwave—” Not that I would admit, at any rate. “But if I ever do, I’ll make sure I don’t leave anything in there.”