Epilogue

THE SMELL OF FRESH BAKED something crept into my dreams. Blinking then rolling over to snuggle up to Al's pillow, I peered across the lovely spread of thick soft covers to where I could glimpse a male figure standing at the wood stove, flipping something before darting to grab something from the bench then dropping it into the pan. A hiss made him jerk back, implement at the ready. I noted then the lack of pants, admiring the neat tight-fitting underwear across that ...