Chapter 1
Once the would-be robbers are properly disposed of and the cashier has calmed enough to stop sobbing into Phil's shoulder, he wanders back into the gas station (stepping over the thieves' tied-up unconscious bodies) to retrieve both packages of donuts and a bottle of water. He fixes himself a cup of the tar-black coffee and leaves the cashier with his card and a twenty, and goes back out to his car.
The chocolate donuts are placed on the passenger's seat, the cup of coffee put into the cupholder, and then Phil twists around to look at the man sleeping sprawled on the back seat.
"Clint," he says gently, reaching out to brush a stray bit of hair from his lover's face. Clint wrinkles up his nose and yawns, brilliant blue eyes opening sleepily. Phil hands him the powdered donuts and the bottle of water, stroking a hand down the side of his neck as Clint smiles at him drowsily.
The marksman will, inevitably, get powdered sugar all over the carpet (which, Phil suspects, is the sole reason Clint likes the messy donuts so much) which will mean either a cleaning service or forfeiting the deposit on the car rental. But as Clint opens the package with the delight of a kid being treated to his favorite candy, Phil decides he doesn't really mind.