Chapter Seventeen
Luke heard the water running, then footsteps in the hallway, and he looked over to see Marcus yawning, wearing blue jeans and an open shirt, evidently just out of bed. It was early, just past dawn, and although Luke had slept well, considering, he had heard his brother up a few times the night before.
“Do I need to ask how everyone is?” he said.
Marcus simply lifted a brow and gestured to the coffee Luke had made a little earlier. Luke took that as his cue and pulled a mug from the cupboard, then poured Marcus a coffee and rested it on the island.
“Guess you’re not going to add cream and sugar?” Marcus said, and Luke took him in as he reached into the fridge and pulled out a carton of cream, then smelled it before dumping it in his coffee.
“I’m not your wife,” Luke s
