With his precious bacon gripped tight, Sam concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other toward the stove.
I followed to cut up the tomato on a nearby countertop and to make sure he didn't burn the house down. "So bacon, huh? Is it a special kind of relationship between you two?"
He grinned, and it lit up his entire face so bright, heat crept up my neck. I quickly turned back to the tomato.
"Bacon's its own food group." He carefully arranged it in a frying pan. "You either like bacon or you're wrong."
"Oh?" I said and attempted to steady the knife in my hand. I sucked at cutting vegetables and fruit. I would make a terrible serial killer despite my know-how about dumping bodies. "And how do your arteries feel about the new food group pyramid?"
Another genuine smile. "I'm not
