Chapter 8
Sean was alone in bed when he woke at five-thirty. He rolled over, hoping to pull Dane to him and fall back asleep, but the other side of the bed was empty. Dane was gone.
Sean swallowed and rolled back over, replaying the least upsetting events from the day before. He was certain Dane had come to bed with him, but he must have left in the middle of the night sometime. It wasn’t unexpected from someone like Dane, but it did hurt. Sean had hoped he’d care enough to stay. He shut his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but he couldn’t manage it, and by six he was up and begrudgingly ready to start his day.
He smelled coffee on his way down the stairs and found Dane in the kitchen.
“I was about to bring a mug up to your bed. Glad you hauled your ass up before I had to do more wo
