Chapter 6Brock showered and returned to his room to get dressed Sunday morning, keeping an ear open for any indication that Pat was up and moving as well. “Guess you are,” he murmured as the aroma of fresh coffee greeted him on his way downstairs to the kitchen.
“I hope you don’t mind.” Pat handed him a full cup. “I needed something to keep me busy so I fixed breakfast, too.”
“Mind? Why the hell should I mind?”
Pat shrugged. “Some people get pissy if you take over their kitchen.”
“You know this from experience?”
“Yep, and it’s not what you’re probably thinking. Mom was the dictator when it came to fixing meals. She’d grudgingly let Janie and Nellie help. Me and Dad?” Pat chuckled. “As far as she was concerned men didn’t belong in the kitchen until it was time to clean up after a meal.
