Chapter 15

Good morning, Vietnam.

In the doorway, I gazed at Derek for a while. Man, I was going to miss him next week.

After I’d used the washroom and cleaned up, I went straight to the kitchen for my morning black coffee, which was waiting for me because I always programmed the machine to start brewing at five A.M.

The living room was empty and Myles had folded the blankets neatly on the couch. I spotted the half-finished bottle of Der’s favorite whisky. So they had the same taste in booze. Another thing they shared.

I poured a cup of coffee, and as I was heading for the patio doors to step out onto the cold and snowy terrace, the front door opened and Myles walked in, carrying a paper bag and a tray of coffees. At the sight of me, he blushed a little. He really was a lovely man. Ethan was a fucking idiot to treat him so bad.