Chapter 14
Brandon woke to the smell of pancakes and fresh coffee. He had to be dreaming of his mother again. He squinted at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Half past nine already.
He turned over onto his back and tried to clear his mind from the sleep funk. He could swear Tim had spent the night last night. So where was Tim?
Damn, he still smelled pancakes and coffee.
“Tim?” he called out, sitting up in bed.
No answer.
He swung his legs out of bed, and then went to the bathroom to relieve himself. After washing his hands, Brandon grabbed his bathrobe off the hook on the back of the bathroom door.
“Tim?”
He left the bedroom and headed for the clanging sounds coming from the kitchen. Tim stood at the stove, his back to Brandon, flipping pancakes in a griddle pan.
Brandon blinked
