Chapter 92: Bolt Of Sunshine

Daniel

Daniel woke to the scent of coffee and cinnamon. Had he left the coffee pot on downstairs? He stretched, and the leather underneath him was cool. Where was he? His couch? What had happened? He opened his eyes and found himself still dressed, but with his tennis shoes removed. The sun was blaring through the side window and straight into his eyes.

His head pounded, but not as bad as it did some mornings after being up late or drinking too much.

A movement in his pantry made him jump up, his muscles tightening, his gaze searching for a weapon. Damn, his gun was upstairs. Who was here? He'd surprise whoever was here. He crept into the kitchen.