Chapter 12
Kyle groaned when his phone rang, waking him at the ungodly hour of seven in the morning. “Who?” he growled when he answered it.
“Oh, boy. Did I wake you?”
It took Kyle a second to realize it was Brax. “You did, but I’ll survive.”
Brax chuckled. “I would hope. I’m fixing breakfast, if you want to join me.”
“Give me time to get dressed and take a fast shower. Or maybe vice versa.”
“I think that would be the smarter order. I’ll see you when you get here.”
They hung up, Kyle showered and dressed—in jeans and a T-shirt—then teleported to Brax’s living room. “Something smells good,” he commented, going into the kitchen. He saw cinnamon rolls on a plate on the table. “If you tell me you baked those.”
“Not even. I got them from my favorite bakery, hot out of their oven.” Brax c
