Chapter 21
“Eggs, huh,” said Dom as Kiko cracked them one-handed. He looked over to see Dom fumbling with the ground coffee.
“They’re my thing,” said Kiko, smiling at him. He remembered when he’d first met Dom all those months ago and how he’d promised to cook the man eggs every day, yet somehow had never gotten around to it. “I can get it, Dom.”
“I can make coffee,” said Dom, glaring at the coffeepot. “I can make eggs, too, by the way.”
“I never said you couldn’t,” said Kiko, whisking the contents of the bowl. Dom nodded.
“Good.”
Kiko watched him out of the corner of his eye as Dom filled the water and pressed the button. He then made his way to the breakfast nook and eased himself down to the bench, sliding over to look out the window. While it was November now and that was general
