Chapter 34
The sound of hammering pulled Henley out of his morning sleep.
Ciccio was in the room, circling the bed. Sunlight poured through the window, and sitting up, Henley checked the time. “Big Mace is at work already, huh?” he said, rubbing Ciccio’s head.
It was hot in here. Too hot. But Mason didn’t believe in air conditioning. So they slept naked on the sheets, under a ceiling fan that was about as powerful as it looked.
“Don’t worry, Sweet Butt, we’re getting AC in the new house.” Henley grabbed his undies and jeans, slipped those on, but didn’t bother with a shirt. It was going to be a scorching July day and he’d probably spend it outside, so all he needed was a good coat of sunscreen. He wasn’t self-conscious about his scars anymore, not even one bit, and anyway, Mason lik
