CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Morning broke sunny and a touch warmer than the day before. Blake woke up to the smell of bacon frying and followed it to his kitchen, where he found Joe fixing breakfast.
“Never thought you would become so domesticated.” Blake said, as he fixed himself a cup of fresh brewed coffee. He slid onto a stool at the counter as Joe slid a plate in front of him with two eggs, bacon and toast.
“Why do you think that? That because I’m married, I can’t cook? Or wouldn’t know how? Just the opposite. Denae insisted I learn how just in case I ever had to. And when that woman insists on something, you do it.” Joe joined Blake at the counter with his own plate and cup of coffee. “Okay, so what exactly is the plan today.”
Blake swallowed a mouthful of eggs, then sipped his coffee. “L
