Chapter 6
Dave’s eyes fluttered opened with some reluctance. He stretched his aching muscles and yawned loudly. Damn, he had to work tonight. If he had a partner in the bar, he could maybe have taken an extra day or two off. He would have liked to spend more personal time with Kyle.
Kyle.
Where the hell was he? Dave looked at the empty spot on the bed. Had he skipped out on Dave already?
Disappointment started to settle into his gut when he smelled…pancakes? He inhaled again and tossed the blanket and sheet aside to rise from the bed. He picked up plaid pajama bottoms from a nearby chair and pulled them on.
As soon as he stepped outside his bedroom door he could hear rummaging in the cabinets. He walked down the hall and peeked into the kitchen.
Kyle stood at the stove, a white apron
