Reno unlocked the door and Hank slid in.
"How'd you find me?"
"Dillon told me."
"He's a snitch."
"He's worried."
The paper bag in Hank’s lap came from Rose’s diner and smelled like roast beef.
"You gonna be here all night?” Hank asked.
"That’s the plan."
“What’s the plan if the bad guy shows up?”
Reno shrugged. "I told Wheeler I wouldn't get out of my truck. That I would let the deputy handle it."
"You gonna be here tomorrow night too?"
"Probably."
"And the night after?"
"Until Cooper gets back."
Hank watched the back step with him for a while before saying, "Mom used to say a man in love would catch his death in a parking lot before he'd admit he was tired."
"I'm not in love."
"Sure."
"I'm not!"
"All right."
"Don't all right me, Hank."
His brother smirked big enough that Reno could see it in the dark. He exhaled carefully. "I’ve only known her for six days.”
"The way I hear it, when you meet the right woman, six minutes is enough to know it."
"I don’t make any major decision in six days," Reno declared.
"You decided to stop sleeping for this woman in what, two days?”
Reno declined to answer that.
Hank said seriously, “You don't have to make any big decisions about Grace for six months if you don’t want to. All I’m saying is that you should pay attention to how you’re feeling about her."
"At the moment, I'm more interested in paying attention to a back door."
"That too."
Hank insisted that Reno close his eyes and catch a cat nap while Hank kept an eye out for anyone to show up in the alley. To his surprise, Reno slept for almost an hour, and he felt worlds better when he blinked awake. The rain had stopped.
Hank nodded over at him. “Feel better?”
