Chapter 3
To Dane’s surprise, when he entered the living room the next morning, the tree was lit.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Sayer said. “I’m an early riser, so I took Boone out and fed him, made coffee, and when you still weren’t up, I went out to the shed to find the lights.”
“You make me feel really lazy,” Dane said, shuffling bleary-eyed to the kitchen. “I’ll feel human as soon as I have some coffee.”
When he’d sat in his chair and taken a couple of sips, feet in blue woolen socks resting on the ottoman, he said, “The tree looks good.”
“Thanks. Did you sleep all right? You were, well, really upset last night.” Sayer winced. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“You’re fine,” Dane said. “I did sleep well. Thanks for listening to me; it really helped.”
They drank their coffe
