Chapter 18
Then it was Sunday.
Hoyt, being the better cook by far, fixed breakfast—omelets stuffed with cheese, ham, and vegetables seasoned to perfection, toast, and juice. Teague’s contribution was setting the table and making coffee.
As they ate, Hoyt studied Teague. I’m going to miss this…companionship. I have to figure out how I can afford to come back here again—soon.
“I’m going to miss you when you leave,” Teague said softly, echoing Hoyt’s thoughts.
“I’ll be back, and you’ll come see me.” Hoyt smiled. “I think Thanksgiving is only a week and a half off. Maybe, if you can get away?”
“I can, and I will. And then there’s Christmas…”
“New Year’s, too, although they’re close together. I might be able to get time off to come visit, if you want.”
“Want?” Teague grinned. “I’m going
