Chapter 23December 23rd
When Victor awoke the next morning, he could hear Jian singing along to the radio in the kitchen downstairs. Reaching for his phone, he winced—a quarter past eight. He never slept this late. Stumbling into the bathroom, he took a quick shower and went downstairs to Jian.
“Hey, I was gonna come and wake you.”
“You could have earlier.” Victor pulled Jian in for a kiss.
“I could, but this way I had time to make breakfast, or…” He shrugged. “I guess it’s more like a brunch.”
Victor looked at the dishes—pancakes, galettes, quesadillas, eggs, bacon, frittatas. “Holy hell, Jian. Did you get up at dawn?”
He shrugged. “Dawn isn’t as early as you make it sound. I wanted to try the frittatas and galettes, to see if they could maybe work on the finger food menu.”
“Why do
