Chapter 12Cheney stumbled into The Big Beanery the next morning. “So sorry, Kellan. Overslept. Had a late night, if you catch my drift.” Dark-wash jeans and a blue-and-black-checkered thermal coat kept him warm, but his ears had ripened to the color of tomatoes from the outside temperature. “Can you still talk now?”
“Need to be at class in ten minutes. As long as we're quick.” I motioned for Cheney to sit, assured he meant Unagh had slept at his place the previous night. “Buy a hat and some earmuffs, man. It's killer out there. Speaking of potential killers, is your Irish nurse's name Unagh Walsh?”
Cheney smirked. “Yeah, she's a feisty one. A few years older than me, but I prefer experienced women.” Cheney confirmed they'd met via an online dating app the prior month and had hung out a f
