When Tyler opened his eyes, the bright light momentarily blinded him. He closed them again, but not before noticing he was alone. A cold chill raced through him. He opened his eyes again and peered at the bathroom. The door was open and the room empty. He saw his clothes on the chair and was about to fetch them when the smell wafting around the room registered in his brain. Coffee and bacon. His mouth watered, and his stomach growled. He sat up, planning to get dressed and head to the kitchen, but the sound of footsteps in the hall had him staying still.
Jarod entered with a radiant smile on his face and a tray in his hand. No one had ever brought Tyler breakfast in bed before. His chest tightened.
“Hey, sleepyhead. You’re up.” Jarod winked.
“Yeah,” was all Tyler could say over the lump
