Chapter 15Steve awoke to find he was alone in bed. It didn’t really upset him. He knew Jace had a life and a job, and from the angle of the sunlight coming through the window it was probably mid-morning. A glance as the clock on the nightstand confirmed his supposition. It was nine-fifteen. For a second he panicked because he should be at the shop to open in forty-five minutes. Then he remembered it was closed today—and why.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Jace stood in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee which he brought over to Steve. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” As he took a sip of the coffee, Steve realized Jace was dressed for the day. “Thanks for letting me sleep in.”
“No problem. You needed it.” Jace sat on the edge of the bed. “I have to leave for a while. Duty calls and all that crap. Fe
