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“I’d like milk, please.” He felt like he was totally overwhelmed.
“It’s a good choice,” Bran told him, giving him a wink.
Silas put three glasses on the island and poured milk into each of them as Bran put three plates on the table: chocolate pancakes, blueberry pancakes, with bacon and sausages on the third plate.
“Help yourself, boy.”
He took one of each type of pancake and a single sausage. He wasn’t sure what was polite here.
Silas gave him a look. “No wonder you’re so skinny if that’s all you eat!” The man grabbed two of each kind of pancake, some bacon and a couple sausages.
What was he supposed to say? “I live on caffeine and sunshine.”
Oh, he could put that line in his book.
They both stared at him for a moment, and then Bran put another chocolate chip pancake on his plate, while Silas added three slices of bacon.
“I was speaking with sunshine the other day,” Bran told him. “And they think you need to expand your diet.”
He couldn’t help but to laugh. That was so sweet. “Did they?”
“Yep. Man cannot live on caffeine and sunshine alone.”
“Although sometimes we may try,” Silas noted. “I can get a bit obsessive when the sculpting bug hits me. At that point, food is just a distraction.”
“Yeah? It’s nice though. Just letting yourself work.” He sort of loved that part.
“Yes!” Silas laughed and nodded. “Exactly.”
“Which is why you need a keeper to make sure you eat and sleep.”
“You’re lucky to have him.” No question. They loved each other, so much.
“That goes both ways.” Bran took Silas’s hand and kissed it. “Now, eat before the pancakes get cold because they’re much better hot.”
“Yes, sir.” He grinned and dug in. Oh, so yummy.
Silas and Bran also ate, and for a moment, there was silence as they all worked on emptying their plates.
He found himself reluctant to go home, but he knew he was going to have to as soon as his clothes were dried. He had to write and then plan for tomorrow at the coffee shop.
Silas sat back and rubbed his stomach. “Damn, that was the best breakfast. Thank you, Bran.”
“My pleasure. So, Jamie—what’re your plans for today? Can we beg more of your company?”
“Well, I have to write, get things together for work tomorrow, but… my clothes are in the wash.”
“And our washing machine is ancient. I mean, just so old it takes hours and hours to wash.” Silas’s eyes twinkled, telling him the man was teasing.
“Do you have a place to write?” Bran asked. “It sounds like your home is a little… crowded.”
“It’s insane. Twelve people. Eight of us without kitchen privileges. It’s a wild scenario, but it’s also exciting and affordable on my salary. I rent the walk-in closet, so there’s a door.” It was wild, but it was also an experience.
Silas and Bran shared a look.
“We have a perfectly good room that could be yours,” Silas told him.
“Barring that, we have a study with a writing desk. You could come and write whenever you want,” Bran suggested.
