Chapter 7Jake awakened to the taste of minty fresh breath…he was being kissed…not Digby’s lips. He opened his eyes. Grant! Oh, yes, of course, Grant.
“Sorry, Jake, but I have to go to work. Archie’s had his walk and I fed him, so he shouldn’t bother you. Coffee’s made. Orange juice, eggs, bacon in the fridge. Pecan rolls on the counter. Oh, and clean towels in the bathroom. Take your time. Make yourself at home.”
Grant kissed him again. Jake worried about his breath, but Grant didn’t seem to mind.
“I’m sorry I didn’t wake up.”
“Hey, you were a pretty busy guy last night.” The skin around his green eyes crinkled. “Now, gotta run. I’ll call you.”
“Yeah,” Jake said, grinning sleepily, “that’s what they all say.”
When Grant was gone, Jake lay there in the strange bed. It was still dark,
