Linea gasped, throwing the covers off and jumping to her feet--the action so swift, she stumbled and nearly fell. Bacon. She smelled bacon cooking.
She frantically looked at the clock, wondering how she could have overslept. After their words last night, oversleeping would not make Master Donovan happy. The clock read six thirty a.m. She didn't oversleep. She got up every morning at this time to start breakfast.
Hastily donning the robe, Linea rushed to the kitchen where she observed Master Donovan standing at the stove flipping the bacon.
"Master Donovan?" Linea hesitated before moving in farther into the kitchen. "I'm sorry. I don't remember you asking for an earlier breakfast."
He turned, spatula in hand. "I didn't say anything about an earlier breakfast. I decided that today we we
