The following morning, David stood at the stove once again. A pan full of sizzling bacon sat next to a pan of scrambled eggs. The aroma of the smoked bacon was enough to awaken Reagan. She slowly opened her eyes, confused for a moment about where she was. Then she looked over at Jackson, who still held her in his left arm, then sat up and yawned.
“Jackson,” she said. He remained unresponsive. “Jackson,” she said a little louder, with a poke to his arm. He cracked an eyelid and looked at her. “Good morning,” she said.
“Morning,” he replied.
“You guys hungry?” David asked as he walked into the living room.
“Yes, it smells great,” Reagan answered quickly. She grew a little nervous. “Uh, I’m sorry. I don’t remember falling asleep.”
David chuckled. “It’s okay. You guys looked comfortable,
