I woke up alone but smelled the tantalizing aroma of eggs and sausage coming from my kitchen. More importantly, I smelled coffee.

My stomach growled as I slipped out of bed and put on a robe. I followed the delicious smells and found Mike wearing one of my aprons, looking utterly domestic and sexy as hell. He was flipping pancakes and adding them to a platter already full of eggs and sausage.

"Wow, I can't remember the last time I woke up to someone making me ...