Chapter 30
IT WAS NEARLY midnight when they pulled into the garage at the lake house, and Brody said, “Home at last.”
“Yeah.”
They carried their bags upstairs, stripped, and crawled into bed.
“Nothing like your own bed,” Brody said.
“Especially when it has your own man in it.”
They snuggled for a bit before sleep overcame them. Brody somehow managed to wake up fairly early the next morning. Brian was still sound asleep, so Brody slipped out of bed, went downstairs to the kitchen naked, and started breakfast. He was standing at the cooktop when he felt a warm body press against him, and arms slipping around his body.
“I thought you were asleep,” Brody said.
“There’s something about the smell of frying bacon in the air that wakes me up. You’re not wearing an apron—aren’t you worried
