Wade wasn’t there. He’d probably left. She shouldn’t have expected him to stay. He wasn’t the type.
She was a stupid woman to assume— Her self-loathing was interrupted when she drew in her first deep breath of the morning and was hit with the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and something else. Bacon?
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand she saw it was early. Her housekeeper wouldn’t be here yet. Maria would make coffee whenever she arrived, but she knew better than to cook bacon. CeCe wouldn’t eat that. It was only in the house because Maria sometimes made spinach salad and crumbled it on top.
Wade enjoyed some meat with his breakfast though. She’d learned that yesterday when he’d taken her to the diner and forced her to eat for breakfast more than she usually did in an entire day.
Could that be Wade in the kitchen? Cooking?
She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress and felt the pull of sore muscles. Sex with the man was proving to be a pretty vigorous full body workout.
