Chapter 15It was a good weekend, even though Clancy didn’t sleep that well. He preferred to think it was because of the young man who slept in the bedroom above his and not due to worry about his upcoming surgery.
He gave up all hopes of getting a decent night’s sleep by 6 a.m. and got up to use the john. He’d have to slip into the kitchen to grab a Pop Tart so he could take a couple of naproxen capsules which he’d wash down with a glass of O.J. He had a sudden desire for toast—he thought wistfully of cinnamon toast, but even if he had time to prepare it, he’d most likely burn it. As he stepped out of the bathroom, his nose twitched at the aroma of coffee. Coffee had never smelled so good in this house.
And s**t, he’d totally forgotten to put water and grounds in the machine the night be
