Chapter 6The next day, Nate knocked at Eason’s door at a quarter to seven in the morning. Eason was dressed but felt grimy and desperately wanted a shower.
Nate grinned at him the moment he opened the door. “Ready to do some laundry?” He had a bag of what Eason assumed was dirty laundry in his hand.
“It’s my time slot.”
“It is, but I figure in exchange for helping you get your laundry down there, you will allow me to put a few items in with yours.”
Eason narrowed his eyes. “You want us to do laundry together?”
“Of course. Now, where do you have your stuff?”
Moving away from the entrance, Eason hopped over to the closet s***h storage room in the hallway and opened the door. “I have my hamper here.”
“I have it like that in my apartment too.” Nate walked closer and lifted the cotton ba
