We wake up at 7 am, and Molly is still sleeping. Jack has to be at his office in the packhouse for 8 am but he’s going to come back at 9:30 to pick Molly and me up to show us around. I have more time than he does to get ready, so I get out of bed, and put on a robe that is thigh-length. I grab the baby monitor and head downstairs to make Jack breakfast. I decided to make french toast, bacon, and I put out raspberries and whipped cream. Jack comes down as I’m finishing up. He’s wearing dress pants, a pinstripe dress shirt, and a tie. “You look handsome!” He looks darn right edible, honestly. He smiles mischievously, as he stalks towards me and desire floods me. “I’m starving!” He confesses. “Breakfast is ready,” I smile; suppressing the dirty thoughts that were flooding my mind. “I’