Chapter 3
Todd yawned awake, stretched, and was reaching for his gun in the nightstand next to the bed before he even realized why the shot of adrenaline was coursing through him. Just as his fingertips touched the holster, his brain kicked in and he heard a familiar voice.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Nick slid from the lounge chair to kneel on the floor. “I was having trouble with…” Nick’s hand fluttered near his chest. “Sitting there was easier.”
Todd frowned and rubbed one hand over his face.
“I didn’t know where to get you some breakfast, or have any money…I never had to make food, but I thought—” Nick stopped immediately when Todd raised one hand.
Sitting straighter, scratching through his hair and then pulling his knees up to rest his forearms on, Todd sat staring at
