Chapter 13

Whether or not Greg got a job here, family visited. No doubt it would usually be with more forewarning than this surprise Greg had sprung on me, but it would still throw a monkey wrench into things if I was living with a guy.

I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, listening for signs of life elsewhere in the apartment. There weren’t any, so I quietly worked through my morning routine.

In the kitchen, I ignored the oatmeal and pulled the Saturday breakfast items out of the refrigerator. Bacon, potatoes to make home fries, eggs to scramble, and bread, butter, and strawberry preserves for toast. I got the food sizzling on the stovetop, then made my tea and the coffee I knew Wes and probably Greg would want.

Greg staggered into the kitchen first and took a deep exaggerated breath. “How’s my favorite brother this morning?” He sounded cheery.