Chapter 4
The next morning, I was so happy and sated, I didn’t want to get out of bed. But Chase’s rumbling stomach forced us both to abandon the kissing and get up. I cleaned myself in the bathroom first, then wandered through the loft to the kitchen to see what I had to offer. Chase took a little longer, but soon joined me as I pulled eggs and milk out of the refrigerator.
“What are we making?” he asked on a yawn, then shot me a sleepy grin. “And is there coffee?”
I nodded toward the single-cup brewer on the end of the counter and the deep red mug I’d already set there for his use. His expression turned grateful, and I couldn’t help but lean over and kiss his cheek as I walked by.
“When you’re done making your cup, there’s a waffle iron in that far cabinet. Would you get it please?”
