Chapter Six
Lela opened the door to her bungalow. The smell hit her like a bus. Bacon and something sweet. Bready.
“Hello? Are robbers cooking in my kitchen?” she joked as she rounded the corner, seeing Nathan flipping a waffle onto a plate.
He turned, her frilly black apron tied around his waist. “Morning, baby.”
Baby… Hearing the pet name made her smile. It seemed like neither of them could help but slip into old habits. Seeing his tall, muscular frame wearing a mock French maid’s uniform with a backward baseball cap… it was absurd, but so right at the same time. She stifled a giggle.
“Morning, sweet man. Are these your famous waffles?”
He beamed at her. “Yes, they are.” He chuckled as she squealed in excitement and handed her a plate. “Eat up while it’s still hot.”
“Superman, you
