Chapter 13
Tony woke close to nine the next morning to the smell of bacon. Kirk did stay. He smiled at that thought as he crawled out of bed, hissing when the movements aggravated his wounds. He hoped his pills were in the bathroom. They were, and after taking care of the most pressing business, he popped one of each, as per the doctor’s instructions, brushed his teeth, then went to get dressed.
When he got to the kitchen, Kirk turned from the stove to ask, “How are you feeling?”
“Once the painkiller kicks in, I’ll be fine.”
“Meaning you’re hurting.” Kirk gestured to the table. “Sit. Breakfast is almost ready.” As soon as he sat, Kirk handed him a cup of coffee. “Scrambled or fried?”
Tony quirked a grin. “The eggs or my brain?”
“The eggs, silly man. Your brain is just fine.”
“Says y
