He made a simple French toast with coffee and brought it in to Ben, whose eyes lit up.
“Real coffee?” he asked.
“I figured it was worth the cost.” Colton smiled. “I checked on the kittens and they’re doing fine. Do they already have names?”
Ben shook his head, forked more French toast into his mouth.
“It really is an injustice you don’t have your own restaurant.”
Colton didn’t want to talk about this. He and Ben were just starting to rekindle their closeness and he didn’t want it sullied with frustrations.
“I was thinking the grey one could be Crater.”
“Hmm. How about Cheese for the ginger?”
“On second thought, these are terrible cat names.”
“No, they’re not,” Ben said. “And too late. I like them.”
Colton sighed, but he wasn’t going to argue. They ate, cuddled, f****d again. By t
