Chapter 32

He wasn’t so sure his peace would be coming along any time soon. 9

He knew before the knock came who was standing on the other side. Raider only bolted from his dog bed in the corner to stand in anticipation at the door for one man besides Brendan.

Grabbing a towel, he tilted his head to check the low flame below the chicken as he dried off his hands. The scent of the lemon-pepper in the tomato sauce was driving his stomach crazy. He’d surfed along the Food Network until he found something he thought he could make, and while it certainly smelled good, the true test would be Jeremy’s reaction. He owed it to Jeremy for this meal to be phenomenal.

“Back, Raider,” he said as he went to the door. “You’ll get your turn with him later.”

Jeremy smiled as Brendan opened the door, and he knew just by looking at the man that he had come directly to Brendan’s apartment from the clinic. He wore the dark slacks and button-down shirt that made up his professional wardrobe.