Damon's POV

I leaned back in my chair with a satisfied hum, letting the flavors of the well-seasoned eggs and buttered toast dance across my tongue. Emma had really outdone herself this time-again. The eggs were fluffy, the bacon perfectly crisp, and the orange juice was freshly squeezed just the way I liked it.

I took another bite, humming contentedly, when the doorbell rang.

I chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "You know you could just walk in instead of knocking," I called out, lazily wiping my ...