With his precious bacon gripped tight, Sam concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other toward the stove.

I followed to cut up the tomato on a nearby countertop and to make sure he didn't burn the house down. "So bacon, huh? Is it a special kind of relationship between you two?"

He grinned, and it lit up his entire face so bright, heat crept up my neck. I quickly turned back to the tomato.

"Bacon's its own food group." He carefully arranged ...