Chapter 82018—late March
Carlton awoke to the smell of coffee drifting down the corridor, so he got up and followed his nose. In the kitchen, he found Eric standing at the cooktop, wearing nothing but a spatula in his right hand.
“If that’s bacon in the frying pan,” Carlton said, “you’re going to get grease spattered in some very uncomfortable places, and we certainly don’t want your most prominent assets to be out of commission.”
“Sorry, but it never occurred to me to buy an apron last night while we were shopping. Meanwhile, the coffee’s ready, so have a seat. Breakfast won’t be far behind.”
“Let me at least get you a towel for protection.”
Carlton disappeared down the hall for a couple of minutes, then returned, carrying a bath sheet. He wrapped it securely around Eric’s waist and
