By the time he’s showered and dressed, Tim is just beginning to rouse. Bryce pauses to plant a quick kiss on his lover’s forehead and whispers, “See you soon.”
“Drive safe,” Tim mutters sleepily.
With a grin, Bryce lands his next kiss on Tim’s lips. “Yes, sir. Don’t go back to bed.”
Wearily Tim waves him away. “Yeah, yeah, I’m up.”
As he heads for the door, Bryce calls over his shoulder, “I’m going to call you in ten minutes to make sure.”
Though they both work downtown, they don’t share the commute. Bryce likes to get to the office before anyone else; he’s the first one every morning, unlocking the door and disabling the alarm system a good half hour before anyone else shows up. Some days that quiet time between seven thirty and eight is his only chance to think.
Today he makes the
