Zane walked to the door then turned around. “Is there any crackers and cheese left?”
“Should be,” Rory said, admiring how the man filled the doorframe.
“You ate all the cheese yesterday,” Wayne murmured.
“Oh, yeah.” Zane’s face fell.
“It’s okay. I’m not hungry. You can have my brownies,” Rory told him.
Rory was rewarded with a brilliant smile that warmed his insides. “Thanks, man.”
“You shouldn’t give him your food,” Liam said.
“You need it more than he does,” Wayne added.
Rory was comforted at how these men looked out for him. Plus he’d gotten a beautiful smile from Zane. It was worth it to forgo a couple of Barry’s brownies.
Liam’s cell rang. “Hello? Hello! Goddamnit!” The foreman repeatedly poked at the screen. Finally silencing the ringer, he asked, “Yeah? Hi, Jake…” He rolled his eyes. “No, you can tell Barry we’re barely coping…” He nodded. “We’ve drawn straws and we’ve decided we’ll eat Rory first.”