Chapter 33

For a while they walked hand-in-hand in companionable silence, until Conley said, “We’d better get home. We’re going to try to wrap up the inventory tomorrow, so the boss asked that we all be there at eight.”

“Ugh. Better you than me.”

Conley chuckled. “Say the guy who doesn’t have to be to work until two.”

“Yep. It may mean I don’t get out of there until nine, but it beats working opening shift by a lot. I am not an early morning person if I can help it.”

“I’ve noticed,” Conley replied with a laugh.

“Hey. At least I get up to make you breakfast before you leave.”

“I know. I was teasing.”

“I hope so,” Brian said, feigning a pout. That earned him a pat on the back, followed by a quick kiss before they turned around and headed home.

I think, whatever was bothering him, he’s gotten over it now.

* * * *

Brian had reason to wonder if that was true the following day. Conley was up and out of the house by seven-thirty, barely stopping long enough to kiss him goodbye.