Chapter 5
Quiet banging in the kitchen had me jerking awake the next morning. I groaned as I stood up and stretched. This couch was hell on my back, but I wouldn’t admit it. I hadn’t bothered to get changed into my sleepwear after our interlude last night, so I was still wearing my T-shirt and jeans. My legs felt stiff and uncomfortable because of it, but I knew a shower and a change of clothes would do wonders.
But first I had to see what was going on in the kitchen.
Zack looked up when I crossed the threshold, his face lighting into a beautiful grin. I could see several mixing bowls behind him on the counter, a freshly brewed pot of coffee, and was that a waffle maker? I was distracted when Zack’s heated gaze swept the length of my body. There was no doubt about it—he was good for my
