Before I can answer Kane, Brandon walks in the room carrying two heaping plates of food. He hands one to me and the other to Kane, who places it on the nightstand.
Handing me a pair of silverware, he asks, “would you like something to drink? Orange juice? Coffee?”
My mouth is watering and I wipe drool from the corner of my mouth before replying, “coffee would be amazing. With lots of cream and sugar, if possible. Please.”
Manners forgotten, I begin digging into the food, shoveling it into my mouth. Bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast. I’ve eaten half of the food before Brandon returns with a steaming cup of coffee, handing to Kane who again sets it on the nightstand next to me.
Brandon doesn’t linger, he nods to each of us then walks back out of the room, closing the door beh
