Chapter 35 Salt Water And Shadows

• The diner’s neon sign flickered like a dying star, casting a pink halo over Adam’s face as he stirred his coffee for the third time. The waitress, a woman named Dot with a voice like gravel and a tattoo of a rose on her wrist, refilled my mug without asking. She’d done it every night this week, ever since we’d become “the 2 a.m. regulars.”
• “You two gonna order actual food someday,” she said, not a question, “or just keep nursing that coffee till sunrise?”
• Adam glanced up, his storm-gray eyes softening. “Pancakes. Extra syrup.”