Noon.
She’d slept for two hours. Callie tossed the blanket aside and got out of the bed. She moved to the bathroom and then through Wes’s room. When she reached the top of the stairs, the coffee scent hit her with full force. She followed the tantalizing aroma into the kitchen. Wes was resting against the granite-topped island, a mug in his hand. When she drew closer, he held out the mug for her.
“Here, this will wake you up.” He pressed the cup into her hands and then reached behind his back and retrieved a white plate with what looked like soft baguettes flicked with dark spots.
“What is that?” She took the plate and eyed it curiously.
He chuckled. “I promise you’ll like it. I ran to a patisserie while you slept. It’s brioche au chocolat. Basically it’s sweetbread with chocolate bake
