Despite Mack’s offer to fry up some bacon and call it breakfast, he puts a little more effort into it than that.

After sitting me down at the dining table and refusing to let me help, he sets to work making enough food to feed everyone in his pack, never mind that there’s only the two of us eating this late morning meal.

We stuff ourselves with bacon, eggs, waffles, and orange juice.

I eat so much that when Mack suggests we have a nap on the couch, I’m sure he must be a mind-reader as ...