At Nash’s place, Sean walked in the unbolted door but paused to lock it when inside. “Damn, smells real good in here for a gym. You’re cooking?”
“Yeah, I love to cook and don’t get to do it too often, especially for someone else. No workout today. It’s a surprise for you because of your release from prison. Next week, you’ll be a free man out on patrol, right?” Nash rotated from the stove to face Sean. He wore a warm smile. “We’re having omelets, a baked potato-and-vegetable dish, and whole wheat toast, no butter—too fattening. I got some fresh jam from a farmer in the hills.”
“Wow, uh, damn, I’m like speechless. You did this for me?”
“Yup. Sit down. Here you go, parolee.” Nash placed a plate in front of Sean. “You did real good with everything at work. I’m proud of you. I told the chie
