The next morning, Wade woke to the faint light of dawn slipping through the shutters.
His body still felt a bit sore from yesterday's events, though the satisfaction of what he'd done still permeated his body.
He smiled as the memories resurfaced, taking a moment to replay the events and relieve the rush he'd felt, before getting out of bed.
He took his time bathing, letting the warm water wash away the last traces of fatigue.
Soon, he was dressed, both pauldrons attached to his shoulders, and stepped downstairs.
James was already waiting at the bottom of the stairs, hat in hand, looking both nervous and hopeful.
His eyes widened when he saw Wade. "Ah! Mr. Barrett! I— I wanted to thank you for last night. I was worried sick about the shop."
Wade gave a faint smile. "You're welcome."
James glanced back at the shop, probably thinking about the overturned furniture and scattered goods that Wade hadn't bothered to put back properly.
