Saturday mornings were a tradition. The tradition started at eight A.M.. Logan slept in. Jenn did not. She woke early to cook pancakes or homemade waffles and bacon and sausage, just like Mom used to do when she was a kid—not so long ago. Jenn began the process by pretending to forget about the man sleeping in Mom and Dad’s old room. She took care of the essentials in the bathroom, added a little makeup to the routine then bundled herself up in a thick sweatshirt and yoga pants. Ready to get cooking—once she had her coffee--she trotted down to the kitchen. Today, she would make pancakes. With butterscotch chips. Delicious. Her favorite. Logan’s too. After getting the coffee started, she climbed the stepstool to reach the bag of butterscotch baking chips on the top shelf. “I can get that for you.” It was him. Aeron. He was behind her. A wave of heat spread over her back.
