Malcolm smiled into that kiss, leaning into his body before it trailed away from him into the shower.

While Raylan was changing, Malcolm took a plate down from the cupboard and a set of utensils, neatly wrapped in a linen napkin and gold napkin ring from the drawer, and set them on the island, then pressed the plunger down on the french press.

"Coffee?" he offered, glancing over as Raylan tugged his underwear up over his ass.