“For a moment, I had the strangest sense of déjà vu. When Seth and I were first getting to know each other, I’d crashed at his place after too much to drink. When I had woken up, I’d discovered a full breakfast spread in his kitchen. A few moments later, reality sunk in. There was no desk or bulletin board of book notes, no teddy bear in a University of Chicago shirt. It was my own dresser that looked back at me, my own tangled pale blue sheets wrapped around my legs. With a sigh, I clambered ou...t of bed and walked out to the kitchen, wondering what was going on. To my astonishment, it was Roman playing chef at my stove, both cats sitting at his feet—no doubt hoping for a bit of dropped bacon. “You cook?” I asked, pouring a cup of coffee. “I cook all the time. You just don’t notice.” “I notice you heating up a lot of frozen food. What’s all this?” He shrugged. “I’m starving. You don’t get a lot of time to eat when you’re on stalking duty.” I eyed the eggs, bacon, and pancakes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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