Getting out of Jack's embrace in the morning, I washed up, putting on the clothes I brought in the bag. I had a long day ahead of me, with lots of things to do. Now that my health had improved, I went back to being an early riser; the habits of a lifetime were too ingrained in me for a few weeks of illness to change that.
Checking the cupboards in Jack's small kitchen, I looked through the pantry. No bacon; I would have to fix that today. There was oatmeal, though, so I started cooking some porridge. Heating the stove by adding fresh coal to the ambers took the longest; the porridge itself was ready in about five minutes. I heard steps. Jack was awake.
He wasn't dressed yet, wearing only a robe he put on his n***d body.
"I thought you said you only know how to cook potatoes and meat," h
