Chapter 35

When he entered the kitchen, he stopped and stared. Michael hadn’t bothered with a shirt. He’d simply pulled on his jeans from the day before. Sam watched him bustle around, butter toast as it popped up, turn the bacon, and stir the eggs. When he bent a little to check the flame under the frying pan, a well-placed rip on the back of his jeans showed very clearly that Michael had not bothered with underwear.

Sam must have made a noise, because Michael whipped around. There was a huge smile on his face, and Sam’s breath caught. He didn’t think he’d ever seen that kind of joy on Michael’s face in all the years Sam had known him.

Michael tossed a hand towel over his shoulder, and then jogged over and leaned in and kissed Sam. It was just a quick peck of greeting, but it was warm and inviting. Sam sighed contentedly

“Coffee? Everything else is just about done. I’ll have it plated in a minute.”