Adira woke up earlier to make breakfast. She was still in her silk pajamas when she got into the kitchen and found the chef already there.
"Good morning, ma'am," he said with an inclination of the head.
"Good morning, Logan. You're done from here; I want to make breakfast myself."
The young chef was shocked and tried protesting against it, but Adira stood her ground and sent him away.
She decided to make some huevos rancheros.
A small smile played on the corners of her lips as she moved around the kitchen with practiced ease. Memories of how she had loved cooking for someone who didn't deserve it came flooding back to her. She pushed the thought aside with another smile.
The sizzling of bacon on the pan and the clanking of utensils against the pots filled the kitchen, and soon, the a
