“I hope my showering didn’t wake you,” Rob said when Darren came into the kitchen late that Friday afternoon.
“Nope. I sleep like the dead, meaning it’s a good thing I’ve got a persistent alarm clock,” Darren replied. “Did you get some sleep?”
Rob shook his head, then took a handful of bills from his pocket, handing them to Darren. “Take this, before I go wild and spend it on something useless,” he said with a small grin. “The first payment on my rent.”
“Rob, you don’t have to,” Darren protested.
“Yeah, I do. That was the deal.” He returned his attention to the eggs and sausage he’d taken out. “Scrambled or fried.”
“If we’re going to keep to the deal—” Darren made finger quotes, “—then move over. I’m the breakfast cook.”
Rob moved, leaning against the counter as he watched Darren tur
