Chapter 5Harland woke alone. He could hear Jameson in the kitchen, but it surprised him he’d managed to get out of bed without waking him. He’d been tired, though. Judging by the light, he’d slept longer than he’d planned to, but nothing had exploded, and Jameson was still around, so no harm was done.
Stretching, he flung off the cover and put on clothes. As he walked into the kitchen, he took in Jameson in all his bare-chested glory. He had a T-shirt tucked into the waist of his jeans that swayed like a rag with each motion, and the sun caressed him like a long-lost lover through the window. Harland found himself wanting to trace every gnarly branch of the tattooed trees on his skin.
“Coffee?” Jameson held up a pot.
“Please.”
He nodded and poured a cup. “We need to go shopping, so if
