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bowl down, she turned the flame on under the skillet and added a pat of butter.  Every movement was efficient and well practiced and I almost forgot that she did it while wearing nothing but my t-shirt and a pair of my boxers.
     
    Satisfied that the butter had melted and was bubbling in the pan, she added the egg mixture, then looked at me with a smile on her face.
    “ What do you like in your omelette Sir?”
    I smiled for so many reasons and then caught myself.  We’d agreed on nothing the night before, nothing had been signed (I demanded an NDA before any type of relationship began), and I was still in the decision making phase of our, “relationship”.
    “ I’ll take a little of everything Ayla.  Thank-you.  You don’t have to do this you know, we could’ve gone out for breakfast...”
    She tossed items from each pile liberally into the egg mixture, then folded the egg over onto itself, the ingredients nestled inside.  She sprinkled more cheese over the top and a few seconds later, slid it neatly onto a plate.  She placed the plate, a smaller plate containing toast, a small glass of juice, and a cup of coffee in front of me.  The grin on my face told her everything she needed to know.
    “ Pierce, are you comfortable?”
    I took a bite of the omelette and closed my eyes.  It was perfect in every way.
    “ Comfortable how?”
    “ Sitting here in your own home, wearing your jammies and eating your breakfast.  Isn’t this better than having to get dressed and going our early on a Saturday morning?”
    “ Hell yes.  This is quite possibly the best breakfast I’ve enjoyed in ages.  Why?”
    She’d begun to build her own omelette and while it was cooking, she buttered her toast and poured her juice.”
    “ Because I’m enjoying it too.  I always cook for Austin and myself and I’d miss it if I weren’t allowed to do it.  Is it okay if I take over kitchen duty?”
    It was all I could do to stifle the laughter that bubbled to the surface.  Okay?  Is it okay if I stand up now and do a happy dance while singing some sappy show tune?  I could eat at home?  Like this?  All the time?  No expectations of a perfect appearance or controlled appearance?
    I waited for the other shoe to drop.  There had to be a caveat.  Something like, “You can have this all the time... but you have to marry me.”  Something like that.  I waited, but it never came.
    I had to ask.  It was my experience that if it was too good to be true, then it was too good to be true.
    I forked another bite of egg into my mouth.
    “ What’s the catch?”
    She sat down next to me at the breakfast bar.  Our thighs touched, but it seemed perfectly natural.  Right, in some odd way, like this was how we always started our morning.
    She took a bite of egg and smiled.  Yeah.  It really was that good.
    “ What catch?  I like to cook and I’m good at it.  I did all of it while Austin and I were growing up.  He worked all the time and I took care of the house, the cooking, and went to school.  He and I made it work so social services wouldn’t get involved and split us up.”
    That stopped my fork in midair.  I didn’t want to make a big deal out of what she just told me, even though it revealed more than I ever knew.  I didn’t want to push for details or ignore it completely though.  I had to acknowledge it, and I thought I knew the perfect way.
    “ Well I can’t cook to save myself.  I can heat up cans and that’s about it.  That’s why I eat out so much and accept dinner invitations.”
    She nodded her head in understanding and took a sip of juice.
    “ Then we have an agreement.  I have to pull my weight around here Pierce or I won’t feel right living here.  I’m assuming you have a housekeeper?  The place is too clean for a bachelor living on his own.”
    I did laugh then.  I could add observant to her list of favorable character traits.
    “ I do.  Ruby comes three days a week, four if I’m hosting