Matt shuffled out of the bedroom the next morning, into the bathroom, glad Steve had relented and let him stay at his place instead of the bunkhouse. It wasn"t until he came out and headed for the kitchen, in search of coffee that he noticed the pair asleep on the sofa. He stopped and blinked. Technically, only Steve was on the sofa, JV was curled on top of him, snoring softly.
Matt stood, staring at the couple. Steve looked more relaxed than he"d seen him in years. Matt had been aware for some time that since Steve had gotten out of the Marines, he"d been on edge, as though he was always waiting for an attack. Haunted was the only way he could describe it. Now, the troubled look was gone, he looked like the guy he’d gone to school with.
Matt watched the two of them sleep for several mom
