Chapter 20
“You’re right.” Gordon stood. He had on khaki cargo shorts and it was obvious he was hard. So was I. “Our list is not to be trifled with,” he said with mock resolve. “That was fun, though.”
“It was.”
“And I’ll remember it when I get off later. Feel free to watch.”
He went to the kitchen for the cake. I noticed him touch the wall beside the light switch five times. When he shut the silverware drawer, the cupboard where the plates were, and the refrigerator, from which he’d pulled a bottle of wine, he touched them five times, too. I wondered if he even noticed anymore, or if it had just become rote.