Chapter 117: Legs for Days

By the time they got home, it was past two in the morning. Nixon Walker collapsed onto the sofa in a boneless sprawl-the kind of couch-flop that said he was done for the night. "Tired out, huh?" Marie chuckled, eyes crinkling. "I can't keep up with you, night owl," Nixon muttered, looking as if life had wrung him dry. Marie burst out laughing, then went to the fridge and handed him a Red Bull. "I'm going to grab a quick shower. Rest a bit." She looped an arm around his waist, patted his head,...