Chapter 52

“I’ll make it,” she told him before going to the kitchen. He followed, dropping into one of the chairs at the table. “Bacon or sausage?”

“What?” Dylan couldn’t figure out what that had to do with coffee.

“You must be hungry, it’s almost morning, so I think breakfast is in order.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess. Umm, sausage?”

“You got it.”