Chapter Nine
Morning
The smell of something that she’d swear was pancakes awoke her. lay in her bed in sleepy confusion, until there was a knock on the door.
“I’m awake.”
Hamm stuck his head inside. “Where are the keys?”
She pointed to a shelf on the wall. He stepped into the bedroom to grab them. “Thanks! Breakfast is on the stove when you finally decide to crawl out of bed. But if you’d rather sleep in, go right ahead.”
“Hamm?”
He paused and glanced back at her.
She started to tell him all this work wasn’t necessary. He wasn’t obligated to cook dinner or breakfast, do anything. All he was required to do was protect her.
Sunlight coming through the vehicle’s front windshield glinted off his hair. He’d probably washed his face in the kitchen sink.
She blinked. And shaved. Th
