Something heavy…and moose-like. He grinned into the pillow at the thought and turned his head. The morning sunlight was bright and unforgiving as it poured into Zack’s room. But somehow Zack still managed to look like the cover of a men’s fitness magazine, perfect smile and all. “Morning, sunshine. Coffee?” Zack grinned, one knee on the bed, holding two of the biggest coffee mugs known to man, both emblazoned with armadillos in cowboy outfits. Brody pushed up to one elbow and squinted at the mugs. “You aren’t right in the head…but thanks.” Zack passed one over and sat next to him. “Don’t give my armadillos the stink eye. I’ll gladly take that mug back if you’re going to insult it.” “I’d never insult cowboy armadillos,” Brody lied. “These are the biggest mugs they had at South of the Border.” He managed to sit up without spilling any of the vital nectar and leaned back against the headboard.
