Chapter 10
It was almost eleven when Cal stumbled downstairs the next morning. The smell of coffee lured him toward the kitchen, where he found Dave reading his tablet.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
“I should have listened to you when you told me not to have the second barleywine.”
“Probably. How’s your head?”
Cal poured himself a cup of coffee, dumped some sugar in, and sat across from Dave. “Not bad. You don’t need to look so smug.”
“Sorry. You want me to make you some eggs?”
“Maybe in a bit.”
Dave laughed at the look on his face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t enjoy your hangover so much.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” Cal drank some more of his coffee. “So. Tell me I didn’t make a complete ass of myself last night.”
“You were fine.” Dave waved a hand in the air in dismissal. “A little drunk, a litt
