Chapter 8

“I hope you’ll join me for breakfast.” He headed for the small table and two chairs in the corner. “It’s not much but I enjoy cooking, especially for others. When I was younger,” Drew said, settling down, “I used to dream about becoming a chef and opening my own restaurant. I figured I would go to culinary school and write cookbooks and have a TV show.”

Artem sat across from him, picking up a fork and moving the eggs around. The food smelled wonderful. He took a bite, savoring the taste of them. “And you are something other than this?”

Drew shrugged. “I work in an office. It pays the bills, keeps food in the cabinets, a roof over my head,that sort of thing. It definitely isn’t what I dreamed my life would be.”