"What are you doing?" Drake asked, eyebrows raised as he caught sight of Samantha at the stove. He was on his way out to the factory, already halfway out the door, when the smell of garlic and toasted bread made him stop in his tracks.
He hadn’t seen her when he woke up. He thought she’d slept in—or maybe was avoiding him, too. Not that he could blame her. He’d purposely gotten up early just to avoid breakfast with her side of the family. Something about her grandparents still made him feel like he was constantly being sized up.
"I cooked you breakfast. And lunch, too. Thought you might be hungry before you go," she said without looking up. She turned off the stove and grabbed a plate, then walked over and gently nudged him toward the dining table. "Come on. Sit down and eat first."
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