Dave was gone when Kyle woke, his sleep disturbed by unpleasant dreams. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, wondering why he had begun to dream about Dax. He’d hoped to put all that behind him. Of course, that would be very hard with him having to constantly look over his shoulder, afraid of who might be after him.
He rose from the bed and went into the bathroom to take a leak. He noticed a lined piece of paper by the faucet as he washed his hands. A note from Dave saying he went to the store.
Kyle peered back into the bedroom to see the time on the digital clock. Almost noon. Damn, he hated sleeping late. It usually made him groggy. He turned on the shower and peeled off the black pajama bottoms Dave had bought him. Sooner or later he’d have to leave Dave’s house. He couldn’t continu
