They had beef stew, and Sam opted to eat his in the den. She watched television, and Terry packed for his trip to Paris. Then they went to bed, sleeping in his room. By the time Kaylee woke up at eight o’clock on Sunday morning, he’d already left for the airport. She returned to her room and quickly dressed for a run in knee-length leggings and a tank top over a sports bra. Her weather app said it was currently sixty-eight degrees with a warm day ahead. Sam was already in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, when she walked in to get some water. He was dressed in loose shorts, a technical T-shirt, and running shoes. “You’re all set,” she said, a little surprised. “I’m an earlier riser. Been up since five-thirty,” he explained with a shrug. “Really? I hope the sofa bed was comfortable enough,” Kaylee stated, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. “It was fine, no complaints. I’ve been known to sleep standing up.” They looked at each other for a few seconds.
