CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jocelyn awoke to the smell of bacon and the sound of Luke swearing. Opening her eyes, she had a moment of panic when she looked at the clock, but then she remembered it was her day off.
When she heard more swearing, she put on her robe and hurried to the kitchen.
Smoke was emanating from a skillet on the stove. Luke was desperately waving it away with a kitchen towel, but he wasn’t quick enough. The smoke detector began to scream in protest.
Jocelyn stifled a laugh and helped him wave away the smoke. The detector finally shut off after a few more seconds of painful screeching.
“Good morning?” said Jocelyn. She took in the state of the kitchen. Bowls and utensils were everywhere. There were multiple pots and pans on the stove, and there was some kind of batter splatte
