Chapter 8Later in the afternoon, Eason woke to the sound of his doorbell. He’d sat in front of the TV to catch some news but had drifted off before he could.
“Coming!”
The process of getting off the couch took ages and wasn’t entirely painless. Grunting, he hopped toward the front door.
Nate was patiently waiting outside with a bag of cat food under one arm and a bag of groceries under the other. “Hiya.” His grin was warm.
“Hi.” Eason ran a hand through his hair. Was it pointing in every direction? How badly did he smell? He tried to be discreet as he pulled in a breath.
“I brought plastic and some food to cook for dinner. Are you hungry?”
“Eh…” Was he hungry? He was hardly awake. “I can wait a bit with food.” Though he hadn’t had much in ways of lunch.
“Okay.” Nate walked around hi
