Sunday morning, and the dog snored loudly at their feet. All the hectic changes in his once stable, predictable routine had exhausted Faulkner.
Liam should have been tired as well. In the last three days, he’d been going to bed in the wee hours of the morning. But he felt fantastic, as though he’d been put through a time warp machine and come out of it shaved of a decade or two. Kieran and he hadn’t eaten anything but fruit and sandwiches, and when they did stop to put something other than themselves into their mouths, it was always at the most unreasonable time. A midnight snack. An afternoon breakfast. A morning dinner. They didn’t mind the clock. They had no use for TV.
All they needed was each other.
Kieran had cancelled all of his appointments for the week, though Liam knew he coul
