Liam woke in the morning and slipped out of bed without waking Carmen. It was early and while he never liked mornings, he’d gone to bed much earlier than his usual routine. Not to mention the dirty kitchen had been nagging at him all night. He cleaned up the mess from dinner and started breakfast. He knew Carmen would balk at eating a real meal because he’d watched her swill nothing but coffee every morning this week.
He wanted her to enjoy food the way he did instead of seeing it as the enemy. He wished he could make something special, like French toast, but settled for omelets. He chopped up some peppers and ham and shredded some cheese. While the pan heated, he whisked the eggs and sipped coffee that was still too hot.
She came from the bedroom just as he poured the eggs into the wait
