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cake.”
    “Well, then you are definitely right, she really does have a way with food.” I smiled.
    “You want to set the table while I fry up the bacon?”
    “Sure.” I grabbed the plates and silverware and headed to the dining room and flipped on the light.
    I had to dig through the last few boxes left in the dining room I had in the corner to find my placemats and make quick work of getting the table set. As I was setting the last fork in place, I smelt the bacon cooking and knew it was only a matter of time before it was time to eat.
    “You want to make another pot of coffee? Breakfast should be ready in five minutes,” Troy said as I walked back into the kitchen. His back was turned to me as he flipped the bacon.
    “We drank a whole pot of coffee already?” I asked, amazed as I grabbed the empty pot and filled it with water.
    “More like I drank a whole pot. Coffee is a necessity for me in the morning.”
    “I would say so seeing as I only had one cup,” I laughed.
    After I had the coffee set to brew, Troy was filling two plates with bacon and eggs and we headed to the table.
    “Placemats and everything,” Troy chuckled as we sat down.
    “Hey, you said to set the table. I very rarely get to use my placemats. Most mornings are me stumbling down the stairs and eating a quick bowl of cereal over the sink.”
    “Well, I guess one good thing about me being here is my cooking.”
    I took a bite of eggs and groaned. How in the hell did Troy make scrambled eggs taste like the best thing I had ever eaten. I watched him make them, noticing he really didn’t do anything out of the norm, but his eggs were anything but the norm. They were out of this world. “Oh my god, these are seriously the best eggs I have ever tasted,” I said around a mouthful of eggs.”
    “They’re just eggs, Sunshine,” Troy smirked.
    “What did you call me?” I asked, my fork suspended in midair.
    “Sunshine.”
    “Why?” I asked, curious.
    “Your hair and your, well… everything.” Troy shrugged his shoulders and tore his eyes away from me.
    “My everything, huh?”
               “Jesus Christ,” Troy mumbled under his breath.
               “Well, now I feel obligated to say something I like about you. Let’s see,” I mused as my gaze traveled over Troy’s body.
               “You don’t need to say shit. Forget I ever called you Sunshine,” Troy gruffed, grabbing his half empty plate and dumped it down the garbage disposal.
               “No, no. I like it.”
               Troy just shook his head started making water to do the dishes.
               “I like your shoulders,” I blurted out as I watched his tee stretch taut across his shoulders.
               “My shoulders, huh? Must be slim pickings of things you like about me if that was the only thing you could come up with,” He laughed as he walked over to the table, grabbed his cup and filled it up.
               I glanced at my cup, seeing I had only drank half of it and wondered how the hell Troy could drink so much coffee and not be bouncing off the walls all the time. He leaned against the counter and crossed his legs in front of him, staring me down. “I think you telling me you like my shoulders is like me telling you I like your nose.”
               “What’s wrong with my nose?” I raised my hand, trailing my fingertips down my nose, wondering if Troy thought it was big.
               “There’s nothing wrong with your nose, it goes perfectly with your face. I’m just saying telling someone you like their shoulders, isn’t really a normal compliment.”
               “Well, I like them. They seem sturdy and well, can you know, shoulder stuff well.” Shoulder stuff well, really Marley. Just shoot me now.
               “Good use of shoulders, shouldering stuff,” Troy smirked, taking a drink of his coffee.
               “Yup, well, I