Then he spotted her.
Vanessa was out cold on the couch, tangled in a blanket, one arm hanging over the edge and a small line of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth.
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
'So, that's why she didn't wake me up.'
A rare sight — Vanessa sleeping in, rather than causing trouble first thing in the morning. He considered waking her up, just to return the favor for all the times she had interrupted his sleep.
Maybe shake her shoulder a bit. Or even better, take a picture for leverage later.
Instead, he simply smirked and walked past her, letting her rest.
The smell of food hit him as he entered the kitchen, and his stomach immediately growled in response.
Marianne, as always, had already prepared breakfast. She stood by the counter, humming softly as she wiped her hands on a towel.