Page 72 of Zero Pucks Left (Las Vegas Angels 2)

And to be honest, it was nice to have Beau sitting beside me.

Quiet.

Not fighting.

Not arguing.

Not mad.

Just sitting nicely beside each other. Like regular, sane human beings.

When I finally started to yawn, he stood up, brushing the collection of crumbs off his shirt. After he turned off the light, he said, “Night, Martin.”

Then he turned around as I silently sighed to myself and drifted off to sleep.