Chapter 14

The detective staggers into the kitchen two hours later when Tim is turning pancakes.

“Ooh, pancakes. Yummy,” Brent mumbles, parking himself on one of the high stools circling around the breakfast bar.

Tim looks over his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“Peachy.”

“Coffee is over there.”

Brent groans as he slides off the stool. “Thank you.” His moan of pleasure as he sips at the warm liquid goes straight to Tim’s groin. The plate of pancakes slams too hard when Tim puts it on the table, making Brent jump.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” Tim mutters, feeling his face turn hot when Brent swallows a smile.

“I feel a lot better. Thanks for the aspirin, man, really helped.”

The normalcy of Brent’s voice makes Tim wonder if he remembers what he said when he was drunk to the bones last night.

“But I’m serious about what I said. Drunk or not, I’ll still think the same.”