Hannah checked the time on her cell phone and had to smirk. This was different. It was almost one in the afternoon and she and Garrett were cooking breakfast. She hadn't even been aware that he knew his way around the kitchen. With anyone else, this would have felt weird. He wore no shirt and a pair of boxers; she wore only a shirt that barely covered her behind. With him, though, she felt comfortable. It had been a very long time coming.
"In all the times we've been together, you've never cooked!" she accused him, looking behind her as she cut up strawberries and apples.
He shrugged as he flipped the omelet over in the skillet. "I have to be in the mood, and I was f*****g starving when I woke up."
She couldn't hide the smile on her face, and he smiled widely back at her. Both of them t
