After breakfast, Frank decided he would head back to the mortuary. He owed Vaughn an apology. Plus, it was a work day. If Vaughn was working, Frank should be, especially if Vaughn was unwell.
Frank stood from the table. “I loved our meal. It was wonderful. Two hearts…yours and mine.”
“Yes.”
“I really should go now, though. You can come if you wish, Liam, or you can stay home and…”
“Yardwork.” Liam stood from the table. There was a splotch of red jam in the corner of his mouth. Frank was dying to lick off what the toast with the romantic artwork had left behind. Though it was totally stale by the time they got to it, Frank still enjoyed every romanticized bite.
“Yardwork?” he asked, licking his own lips.
“Yes.”
Frank thought a moment. “It wouldn’t hurt to have a yard again, I suppose
