#Chapter 107: Take Your Punishment

Miles drives us back to his place and we go in through the front door. “Coffee?” he asks, as he tosses aside his coat. It lands on the back of a nearby chair. “Okay,” I reply. Removing my own coat, I drape mine carefully over top of his. He turns and heads into the kitchen. Slower, I follow him. His kitchen is elaborate, with steel appliances and deep cherry red cabinets. He has an expensive looking expresso machine on top of the marble countertop, but instead of going to it, he heads to an older-looking coffee maker. “Old reliable,” he says, tapping the side of the coffee pot. As he makes the coffee, I glance around the kitchen. Aside from the coffee pot, most things seem sterile and unused. The kitchen itself doesn’t feel lived in. Either he has a diligent maid service that swings by every day or he doesn’t spend much time in here. With the coffee maker set, Miles turns to me. He watches me a moment, before inching closer. “What are you thinking about?” he asks. “I’m