The first thing Mason became aware of when
his mind began to drift into wakefulness was the smell of bacon.
Opening his eyes, he quickly closed them again. The drapes had been
drawn back, letting in the morning sunlight, which at that
elevation and time of year, meant the sun was shining directly into
his eyes. He didn’t have long, however, to gather his wits before
the bedroom door opened.
“Rise and shine,” Parker announced in an
irritatingly cheerful voice.
“Urr! What time is it?”
“After nine, and the day is half over.”
Mason still had his eyes shut, wondering who
had stolen his boyfriend and replaced him with this
pseudo-parent.
“I made breakfast,” Parker said, when Mason
didn’t move.
Mason opened his eyes to see Parker placing a
tray of bacon, hash browns and waffles o
