I looked at Lyon, who was looking weary; I pursed my lips before asking, "Want me to give you a massage?" Lyon shook his head. "No need. I'm good now."

"Alright," I said.

Lyon worked for another hour on his documents before retiring to bed, as did I.

After our showers, he offered to dry my hair.

"Aren't you tired? I can do it myself," I said.

"I'll do it," he insisted, taking the hairdryer from me with such determination that I had to let him.

"Fine," I relented.

I turned my back to him and let the warmth of the dryer lull me into relaxation, almost sleeping by the...