Sixteen
Gideon yanked a T-shirt over his head as he shuffled into the kitchen with sleep still blurring his vision. The sun was up, but the light filling the cottage was golden. It was early yet. The rich aroma of fresh-brewed coffee tantalized him, and he almost expected to see the coffee making itself, but his father was in the kitchen. Gideon ran his hands back through his hair to comb it out of his face.
“You ever going to cut that mop now that you and Hannah are being civil?” Matthew asked, reaching into the cupboard for two cups.
“I’m getting used to it. And Erin likes it.”
“Coffee?”
“Please.”
“Mmm. Something tells me she couldn’t care less how you wear it.” Matthew poured the coffee while Gideon fetched the sugar and milk. “How long are you going to make me wait before you tak
