The first time he'd been here he'd been a little surprised that Jordan and Hadyn had a parking space - both of them had what Elisha thought of as a weird New Yorker aversion to driving - but the presence of Hadyn's bike had explained that, and since then their space was usually Elisha's if he came over. Which was happening with fairly regular frequency, he thought as he got out of the car and locked the door.

Sometimes he was pretty sure that Jordan Novak actually slept at work, that's how seldom you saw him at home.

"Coffee seems unwise," he said as they stepped into the lobby. "I mean, if falling asleep is our stated goal." Which is wasn't, really. They both knew what the, well, unstated goal was.

In fact, he sidled closer as the elevator doors closed behind him. "What's the likelihood that Jordan's already left to go be a lawyer?"