Saturday Morning, 9:47 AM

Eva’s POV

I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of something crashing in the kitchen.

“Shit,” Cole muttered from somewhere beyond my bedroom door. “No, that’s- fuck.”

I smiled into my pillow. Cole Vale, CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, was apparently being defeated by breakfast.

We’d been in this weird tentative space for a week now. After our fight and reconciliation, we’d been doing the whole “taking it slow” thing. Which ...