Chapter 2Kace woke to a slamming sound coming from the kitchen and squinted at the screen on his phone—twelve twenty-four. He groaned but rolled out of bed.
“What’s the ruckus?” He buttoned his jeans, scratched his bare belly, and stretched.
Luke stopped with a skillet in his hand, his gaze roaming Kace’s naked chest. “I’m making breakfast.”
“By hammering the kitchen into submission?”
Luke grimaced and put the skillet on the stove. “I dropped a pan.”
“Hmm.” Kace nodded and yawned. He usually slept longer than twelve, but he wasn’t working this evening, so it was okay. “How are you feeling?”
“My head is about to explode.”
Kace pursed his lips and nodded again. “So you feel like you deserve?”
“I don’t know. Do I deserve it?”
“I don’t know. What have you done?” He never believed Luka
