Chapter 12
At breakfast, Matt kept up a steady stream of chatter, both verbal and mental, that Vic tuned out. He was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a morning person, particularly when he’d been up late the night before. Not that he was complaining—he’d make love to Matty any time the man wanted, day or night, no matter how exhausted he was from work. But he’d be damned if he would crack a smile before noon.
Matt knew him well enough by now to not be offended by Vic’s morning silence. He found it amusing, and Vic let him laugh. He preferred this bright, bubbly man, so sure of himself, so confident about the place he occupied in Vic’s every thought, to the moody, sad little boy Matt had been reduced to yesterday. Even if Vic couldn’t quite follow his conversation this early in th
