Chapter 11
They fought after dinner, and though Sean didn’t kick him out of bed, he pushed Dane away, but by morning their legs were tangled together, the blankets kicked off. Sean smacked the alarm, hard, and Dane rolled over, wrapped an arm around him. For a moment he considered whispering something in Sean’s ear, but that wasn’t really his thing, so he kissed the side of Sean’s neck and slid his hand lower, toward Sean’s crotch.
“Don’t have time,” said Sean, pushing him away and standing. Dane went down to the kitchen, started coffee, and had simple French toast going by the time Sean came down and scowled at him.
“Here. Cut up some fruit and we’ll take them to go,” said Dane, flopping several slices into a container.
“You’re still here. You’re really coming to work with me?”
“It’s
