Chapter 8

“We’re leaving after breakfast.” Lukas handed him a plate with two egg-in-a-hole toasts. Kace took it and sat.

“Leaving?” He glanced at the clock—only ten-fifteen. He’d be tired at work tonight unless he napped during the day.

“The real estate agent.”

“Luke—”

“No, I’ve made up my mind. You’ll love it.”

Kace sighed and bit into the toast. “I think it’s a stupid idea.”

“It’s always good to have properties.”

Studying him, Kace reached for the coffee and took a sip. “You need to look after a house. You can’t just buy it. It’ll fall apart.”

“I know! I owned a house.”

Kace shook his head. “You owned a new, modern house. A cabin in the woods…How’s the plumbing?”

Luke gave him a wide-eyed look. “Eh…It’s working.”

With a groan, Kace leaned back in the chair. “How old is this cabin? Is there a sewer?”

“It’s working.” Luke frowned at him.