While I tossed back my coffee which hadn't cooled much, my mind buzzed around how I would be able to keep my hands off of Paige if we spent more time together. But the question that fell out of my mouth when she came back was, "Bacon?"

Her laughter brightened her face to a not hungover normal. It brightened the whole fucking house.

"I like that you have priorities," she said. "Yes, bacon. But I'll take care of it while you go put a shirt on and get ...