Standing in
the middle of the kitchen with a steaming cup of espresso, Jougs asked, “how
much longer do you think he needs?”
Vorant
laughed. Then, laughed harder when he realized Jougs was serious.
“Why ya
laughin’?” Jougs asked.
Without
answering, Vorant crossed the kitchen to the espresso maker, took a cup out of
the cupboard, and set it in the cradle. He’d managed to calm himself down a
bit, but still wasn’t quite prepared to answer. After adjusting the dials and
pressing the start button, Vorant turned to face Jougs. He shook his head,
smiled lightly, and put a finger to his lips. Taking the cue, Jougs closed the
distance between them and leaned his right ear toward Vorant, who promptly
hissed, “the safe houses are rigged for sound. So, quit bitching.”
