He needed a day off and calling in sick wouldn’t be too far from the truth. He needed time without screaming crowds, strippers, sad teens, or work. He made himself at home in Cody’s tiny kitchen. Toast was about all he could manage to find for breakfast in the kitchen, but it worked. That first taste of coffee helped Kyler feel human again. Cuddling that big hunk of man overnight had brought back the closeness. It wasn’t Cody’s fault if customers hit on him. Cody shuffled into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. “You’re up early.” “I’m a morning person. I slept well though. You?” Kyler poured Cody some coffee. It felt nice to be normal for a bit. “Yeah. Great.” Cody downed his coffee and squinted at the clock. “Hell, I’ve got to hop in the shower and get ready. Day job calls.” “Today? Then more at the club tonight?” Kyler wondered how Cody kept it up. Cody shrugged. “I’m trying to save up enough to buy a place, not just rent on top of paying off the debts.
