Chapter 185: Chloe

She awoke with her nose twitching.

Is that...bacon?

Her eyes popped open and she looked toward the bedroom window. The light was barely beginning to steal through the lace curtains. It had to be stupidly early.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and with a big yawn, brought her old-fashioned alarm clock – complete with two little bells on top – close to her face so she could read the time.

5:30 in the morning? Why was there bacon cooking in her house at 5:30 in the morning?

Or, at all, really?

It had to be Dawson. No thief broke into a house just to cook her breakfast, and Tommy wouldn't get up at 5:30 in the morning to cook for her, either.