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The next morning, I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee and smiled. The bacon smelled almost done – I was proud of myself for knowing how “almost done” bacon smelled – so I just slipped my yoga pants back on and headed to the kitchen. I had expected to see Mart at the stove, but she was sitting on a barstool watching Daniel scramble eggs. I felt a flush climb my neck. That guy looked good with a spatula.
Mart grabbed the coffee pot from the counter near her and poured me a cup, adding a liberal helping of cream and sugar just like I preferred. Then, she slid the mug along the counter like we were in a classic movie bar scene, and I scooped it up with aplomb. The world was feeling right this morning.
But then, I saw the circles under Mart’s eyes and realized that Daniel was still we
