Chapter 33

“Not what you’re implying,” Max retorted as he poured a cup of coffee. He returned his attention to Deacon, asking, “Did you sleep?”

“Like a log.” He amended that, saying, “Except for a couple of bad dreams. Thankfully, they passed quickly.”

Max grimaced. “Been there, done that. Too much, recently.”

Deacon shook his head. “We’re not going there. At least not until after breakfast.”

Max nodded. He took a carton of eggs from the fridge, along with a tomato, half an onion that was in a storage container, and a green pepper. “Sit, and I’ll make us some omelets.”

He did, with Jack helping by dicing the vegetables while Deacon set the table and poured them juice. “Now, if you had some hot sauce,” Deacon said when Max put the omelets on plates and brought them to the table.

“Hot, hot, or hotter?” Jack asked him, getting three bottles from one of the cupboards.