“Yeah. You know, other women who have put up with less-than-stellar men because they think that’s as good as it gets. Someone needs to clue them in that it can be so much better.”

“That isn’t a bad idea,” he says as he slips his T-shirt over his head and tosses me the clothes I brought with me into the bathroom. “What every woman in an average relationship needs to know.”

“Yes! And I don’t know why it made me giggle. But it did. And then I just couldn’t stop.”

Now that we’re dressed in our comfy clothes, he crosses to me and frames my face in his hands. “It’s glad I am that this isn’t average for you.”

“Definitely not average. Not at all.”

A smile tickles his lips before they descend on mine. He takes his time, kissing me long and slow before pulling away.

“We need food,” he says.

“I can cook breakfast.”

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

“You never asked.” I toss him a sassy smile and lead him out of the bedroom suite and down to the kitchen. “You just sit there and look handsome while I pull this together.”

He rests his chin in his hand as I bustle about, retrieving a pan and the ingredients for a classic American breakfast.

I’m pleased to find frozen hash browns in the freezer, fresh eggs, bacon, and bread for toast.

“How do you like your eggs?” I ask.

“Whatever’s easiest for you is fine.”

I raise a brow. “How do you prefer them?”

“Over-medium.”

I nod once and get to work. It’s not a time-consuming meal, you just have to keep an eye on things so you don’t overcook anything. Timing is everything.

Before long, I’ve plated his meal and slide it over to him.

He takes a bite of the perfectly crisp bacon, then stares at me as if I hung the moon.

“It’s just bacon, Keegan.”

“I should have you in the kitchen, not the bloody bar.”

“Don’t you dare take me out of the bar.” I take a bite of my breakfast. “I like it too much. The regular customers are fun, and I’m just now getting the hang of it.”

“I can’t keep anyone in the kitchen,” he admits. “That’s why Shawn and Lexi are in there so much. I had a part-time helper, but he moved to Seattle to be with his girlfriend. I need more staff.”

I watch as he works his way through his plate. “Do you have a high turnover for any specific reason?”