As usual, Boone was waiting for Dane when he walked in. The guys had teased him about coming home to find his house stripped and vandalized; he couldn’t wait to tell them that instead he came home to a delicious-smelling dinner, clean house, and a decorated Christmas tree.
“Hey, there, boy. Something smells really good.” Dane scratched behind the Leonberger’s ears. “Where’s Sayer?”
“Slaving away over a hot stove!”
Dane smiled and walked into the kitchen.
“Oh, my God…you made coffee. I think I’m in love.” When Dane realized what he’d said, his cheeks turned pink, but Sayer only winked at him.
“I figured after a twenty-four hour shift, you might want some. Unless it keeps you from sleeping?”
“Nothing keeps me from sleeping after a long shift.” Dane accepted the cup Sayer handed him wit
