"Thought you were supposed to be the planner," Mick said with a shrug that effectively proved he wasn't hurt at all. He stayed on his back, still on the bed but tucked up close to the edge.

There was a solution to this space issue, but he wasn't going to point it out first. He never pointed it out first. He knew a lot about his partner and it was better, he thought, to let Len take the lead. "So plan."