Chapter 12
Doyle
He felt rested even though none of them had gotten much sleep.
As Doyle pulled breakfast together, he could hear Kord whistling in the shower. Never the same tune twice, his whistling was so loud it pierced the walls.
Brandon ambled into the kitchen, wearing a wrinkled T-shirt and the same tight jeans or maybe it was an identical pair. He removed his glasses and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then he sat on a barstool at the kitchen island. “He’d make a great alarm clock,” Brandon said and stifled a yawn.
“Except you can’t put him on snooze and ignore the whistling.”
“Can I help out?” Brandon peered at Doyle from behind his large glasses.
“You might as well see where everything is since you’ll be here a few days. Why don’t you get the coffee going and I’ll finish g
