"I can hear the bacon screaming, you know," Sam announced from his perch on the kitchen countertop.

As always, it was just the two of us. Max Cleary was expected to make his official bid for presidency any day now, and Riley worked relentlessly to help make that happen. And as always, I didn't mind his absence one bit.

I snorted on a laugh from my stance in front of the stove. "If you're hearing bacon screaming, then we need to take a trip to a special place after ...