Chapter 5
Atlanta, GA
Charles
THE NEXT MORNING, we got back into our regular working routines. Philip and I ran through the park with Lance at our sides. Afterward, we stripped in the laundry room and walked naked upstairs to the bathroom. Having worn ourselves out the night before, we shaved, settled for a quickie in the shower, and dressed for the day—me in my suit and Philip in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
We went down to the kitchen and found Bruce sitting at the breakfast table with coffee and toast. “Good morning, guys,” he said.
“Don’t you get tired of getting up by yourself and having breakfast while Richard is still sawing logs?” I said.
“He f****d my brains out last night. He can sleep as late as he wants if that’s what it takes to recharge his batteries so that he can d
