Careful…
“Yeah,” Blake whispered. He was not arguing with LV on that one word of advice.
By the time Blake left the bathroom and clopped down the stairs (Connor’s word, not his—he was pretty certain most people didn’t worry about how loud they went down the stairs), he could smell breakfast cooking. Sausages, which meant there’d probably be eggs and toast as well. Mighty fine by him if he did say so himself.
You’re starting to sound like him.
He was, too. He’d caught himself saying and thinking so many funny little things the past few days, it was like Connor had opened a new corridor in his mind. That new corridor was, no doubt, only arrived upon by banging through a set of swinging doors, and the floors of that corridor would be scuffed hardwood. As his psyche traveled through it, th
