Chapter 13
That first evening home, Jack was like a kid with a new toy. David cooked dinner and listened with amusement as Jack began making plans, jumping excitedly from one idea to another, asking David his opinion only to dart to a new topic without waiting for an answer. It wasn't until they sat drinking their after-dinner coffee that David could see the adrenaline finally ebb from his friend's body as Jack sank wearily back into his chair.
"Bedtime," suggested David.
"Yeah, I'm bushed. Traveling home was brutal, not to mention the last four weeks of being poked and prodded like a guinea pig. I need to go to bed." Jack put his cup to his lips, inhaling the steamy aroma of the coffee. "It's just that I'm so damn excited about what you've done. I can really see how the business is goi
