The morning sun filtered through the open curtains, and lying in bed, Liam drowsily watched the light get caught in the dust hanging in the air. He’d slept fitfully, and now he checked the clock on the nightstand, hoping to have another hour of sleep.
Then he remembered it was Saturday.
No work. No plans.
At the foot of the bed, Faulkner c****d an ear and then jumped up, dashing to the window. He barked a few times.
“Settle down, boy.” Liam flipped to his back and stared up at the ceiling. Who was he kidding? He wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. He’d take a shower and have a quick breakfast, then work in the yard for a while. The shrubs needed protecting for the winter and the shed was so full of junk, he could barely shut the door anymore.
Faulkner ran to the bed and then back at
