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several bottles at a time, went out the back door, and began the daunting process of pouring out each bottle—deciding to keep all the vodka. They could use it to sterilize wounds, if necessary. Gunther cringed as he poured out some exorbitant priced scotches, along with bottles of wine that would make any sommelier cry.
    Once he finished pouring out everything, he grabbed the bottles of vodka. When he turned around, Thomas was right behind him. Gunther jerked back with a gasp. “Shit, mate. You startled me,” he said as he strode past.
    Thomas’ eyes were fixed on the bottles in his hands. “What’re you doin’?”
    “I’m locking the vodka up so Henry doesn’t drink it. We could use it to sterilize wounds and such.”
    “Oh.”
    Thomas and Gunther made their way to his truck. “Listen,” Gunther lowered his voice, “pretend you don’t see what I’m doing. I’m trying to help Henry. He’s an alcoholic.” He set all the bottles in the back.
    “I know. Elaina’s been tryin’ to get him cleaned up for months.” Thomas looked down at his shoes, his face flushed. “He has done a lot for me, considerin’ I nearly made him true dead. I want to see him well.”
    “Well, consider me an ally in both corners.” Gunther hit the fob, locking the truck. “Now, let’s go get some food. I promised my woman a dinner date.” In awkward silence, Thomas and Gunther headed back into the school and down to the cafeteria.
    Quinn was waiting for him, smiling when he walked in. He strolled up to her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. A small groan escaped him, thinking of how she strutted away from him earlier in the day. Grabbing her ass, he couldn’t wait to get her back to their room.
    “Are you hungry, Thomas?” Quinn asked.
    Thomas who? Oh, right, Gunther thought, forgetting they weren’t alone. He turned to look over his shoulder.
    “Yeah,” he said.
    “Well, sit and I’ll bring you something.”
    “Thank you, ma’am.” As she hurried off to the pantry, Thomas sat at the table Quinn had set up for her and Gunther.
    Gunther felt like he needed to make small talk for some reason. Maybe it was because Thomas was staring at him. “The last place we stayed had a fireplace, so we heated up a lot of stuff that way. I miss that,” he murmured. His mouth watered thinking about hot canned soup. It made him chuckle a little. He loved fine cuisine, but he was happy to eat anything at that point.
    “Yeah. I’d love a big bowl of mashed potatoes with bacon and cheese on ’em. Lots of pepper, too. I love it like that.” Thomas turned and stared out the window while they chatted.
    “That sounds good. Frankly, anything hot sounds good.”
    Quinn came back out with a handful of random items, setting a can of mushy fruit cocktail, a small bag of unsalted peanuts, a pack of cheese crackers, and a bottle of water in front of Thomas. “Okay, well… It’s not a five-star meal, but this should hold you over until morning.”
    “Thank you, ma’am,” Thomas murmured as he dug right into the fruit. Gunther watched him in amazement as he picked out every peach first, then the pears.
    “Once we get some veggies growing in the garden, we should be able to have a little more of a proper meal,” Quinn said with a sigh, sitting. She seemed fatigued, which worried him a bit.
    “Feeling all right?” he asked.
    “Yeah. Just a little tired.”
    Gunther slid his hand under the table, placing it high on her inner thigh. She squirmed when she felt it slide further up, toward her heat. She cleared her throat, making him smirk.
    “So, Thomas,” Gunther said. “Tell us about yourself.” He was genuinely curious. Distracted, but curious.
    “There ain’t much to tell. Not sure what day it is, but my birthday is in late November. I will be fifteen.”
    “I presume we are well past that. Where are you from?” Quinn asked.
    “Farm country in New York.”
    “Oh, nice!” Quinn’s voice always went a little high when