When he heard the back door creak as it was opened, he glanced back to see Zach step out into the morning light. There was a slight crease on the side of his face from his pillow, and his eyes were still heavy from sleep.
Harvey smiled. This was one thing that had changed. Zach loved to sleep. It was like he was making up for everything he had missed when they were younger.
“You’re up earlier than I thought you’d be,” he said as Zach stepped onto the frosty grass. He laughed when Zach pulled his coat even tighter against the cold. “Go put some coffee on or something. You don’t want to be out here.”
“You can keep me warm,” Zach said, wrapping his arms around Harvey to pull him close. “What are you doing out here?”
“Just appreciating the view.” He swept his arm out, gesturing toward the thick trees that rested on the horizon. “Mornings like this are better outside than in. You don’t get the same effect with a screen or a window in the way.”