Chapter 88

He gripped the spatula hard enough for the plastic neck to snap at its weakest point and the metal part fell into the burning bacon. Jake stared at the mess and turned to retrieve a fork to scrape it off the grill when Matt ambled into the kitchen, looking tired and drawn. His nephew opened the fridge and swallowed half a pint of orange juice from the bottle in a single gulp. He eyed him sleepily from the fridge and handed Jake the container wordlessly. Jake took a long swig and placed the near empty container on the counter next to the ruined bacon. “I burned the goddamn bacon,” he said.

Matt stared at the stack of pancakes and blackened bacon before pulling up a chair and sitting down. He was still in his pajamas and looked worse up close. “Was going to go to waste anyway.” He blew out a hot breath and waited while Jake poured them both strong cups of coffee. “You look like you had about as good a night as me,” Matt said.