I hurried through a quick, invigorating shower before joining Gabe in the kitchen. The inviting aroma of fresh-brewed coffee competed with the sight of him for my attention. I found him sexier than ever in jeans and bare feet.
We shared a delicious fruit salad, fresh yogurt, toast with honey, and a newspaper fight, all washed down with a pot of robust dark roast. We were sitting on the floor, totally engrossed in the Zen art of peeling strips of newspaper off my hair when we heard the front door open and held our breaths until we saw Clark walk in carrying a couple of grocery bags.
"G'day, lads." He took one look at us in disarray among the pages of the morning press. "Glad I bought my own copy," he said, waving a newspaper at us.
"G'day, Clark. Would you like some coffee?" Gabe pulled
