Chapter 53

Teague chuckled. “I’ve been told that a few times in my life. But short of my pulling up roots to move here, or vice versa, it’s seems to be the only viable option.”

Hoyt nodded doubtfully. “We’re nowhere near that option yet.”

“My learning to fly?” Teague asked.

“No. One of us moving in with the other, halfway across the country.”

“The joys of being in a relationship,” Keir commented with a grin. “The logistics.”

“Let’s think about it while we eat,” Teague suggested. “That is why we’re here.”

“And dinner should be ready. I hope you like pork chops and mushrooms.”

“Sounds good to me and—” Teague sniffed, “—smells good, too. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Mash the potatoes?” Hoyt replied, leading the way into the kitchen. “And since you brought along slave labor, Keir can set the table.”

“My specialty,” Keir said with a grin.