Lou woke the next morning to an empty bed and for a second wondered if the previous night had only been a dream. Then he smelled coffee and knew it had been real. He put on a pair of jeans, made a stop in the bathroom, then headed to the kitchen. Rory was leaning against the counter, coffee cup in hand. He picked up the one beside him, handing it to Lou with a cheerful, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“Mornin’,” Lou replied, giving him a kiss before taking a long drink of coffee. “I need this.”
“If you’re as hungry as I am, you probably need breakfast too. I was going to have it made before you got up, but…”
“Hmm?”
“No eggs.”
“Oh. Well. Pancakes?”
“No mix, no eggs.”
Lou laughed. “In other words, the pantry is bare.”
“Pretty much, when it comes to breakfast. We could eat the rest of yes
