Chapter 77

Scooter was already in the tiny kitchen, humming and dancing as he cooked something. Andy dropped a smacking kiss on his shoulder before reaching for the full mug Scooter had left on the counter. “Morning,” he said into the first sip.

Instead of fidgeting impatiently by the front door, Trick was sitting at the entrance to the kitchen, watching Scooter with all the attention in the world, waiting for something to drop. “You already walked him?” Andy said in surprise. “Christ, how long have you been up? You do realize that we literally work until almost midnight most nights. We’re allowed to sleep past six in the morning.” Andy hid his smile in his mug. “What’ve we got planned—Wait, it’s the Fourth. Day off, hot damn.”