She shoved off the bed and pulled on an oversized T-shirt before going to the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled, making her realize how empty it was. She started a pot of coffee and surveyed her choices for food. A hearty omelet sounded good. “Omelets okay with you?”
“Whatever.”
“Anything you don’t like in your omelet?”
He turned the corner, still totally n***d. “You could put dog food on a plate and I’d probably eat it.”
“No dog food here. Hurry up in the shower. Food will be ready soon.”
She couldn’t help but watch his muscular a*s as he walked to the bathroom. When the door closed behind him, she turned her attention to chopping ham and veggies for the eggs.
As she worked, she created a plan for her day. She wanted to touch base with Barb, who had been her mentor last year. They’d bec
