Chapter 4
The first Sunday of December, Adam let loose a long sigh of fatigue as he drove home from his friend Lawrence’s new home after helping him landscape it. Between them and three other sailors, they got the job done. Another sigh escaped his lips as he parked and trudged inside. He overdid it, not being accustomed to labor, making him swear to get into better shape. Hell, when did he let himself get out of shape? Inside, he leaned against the door and smiled at the aromas. Autumn and Marc were obviously cooking. From the kitchen, they turned to face him.
Marc rushed forward, taking Adam into his arms, making him feel better. “Welcome home. I expected you’d return in this condition. Autumn will finish cooking. I’ll give you a shower, and after a light dinner, you get a massage.”
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