Chapter 3
Zach winked. “Who wouldn’t? Breakfast coming up.”
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After our very early breakfast, Zach had insisted on cleaning up the kitchen and I ended up falling asleep on the couch. When I woke up, he was sitting in the chair next to the couch, watching the news with the sound off.
“Hey,” I mumbled, struggling to sit up. “How long was I asleep?”
“A few hours. Want some more coffee?”
“I probably should. I feel a little like a zombie.” I rubbed my neck and tilted it to the left until it cracked. “Couch isn’t the most comfortable place to sleep.”
Zach got up and went into the kitchen. I followed him in.
“I can get it. You don’t have to wait on me.”
“I’m not waiting on you, Mick. I’m pouring you a cup of coffee.” He handed me the mug of coffee, and I went into the fridge for the creamer.
I blinked several times and took a sip of the hazelnut brew. “What time is it?”
“Seven thirty.”