A knock on the door woke Nathan up.
“Yes?” he called out blearily.
“Hey guys,” Stacy said. “Breakfast is ready, if you’re interested.”
“Thanks, Stace,” Bella replied. “We’ll be down in a bit.” And to Nathan she said, “How did you sleep?”
“Like a rock,” he mumbled. “Seems like only five minutes, but it’s....” he grimaced as he looked at the alarm clock, “seriously? We got eight hours? It sure doesn’t feel like it.”
Bella kissed him. “You’ll be happier once we eat. Stacy makes the best omelets on the planet.”
They headed down the stairs hand in hand. Brad was already at the table drinking coffee with Max Jones, and Stacy was finishing up at the stove. She pointed to a plate at the end of the table with her spatula. “
Yours is there, Bel. Extra done, with ham and cheese.”
“Extra done?
