“Breakfast in the morning. A nice breakfast.” She lifted her head again. “Or am I being presumptuous?”

“About?”

“Well, staying the night. I’m not sure how this is done. Am I supposed to leave now?”

“Leave?”

“What do you normally do?”

Nic smiled at her. “You act like I do this every weekend. I don’t.”

“Okay. So in the past then.”

“I would leave, or she would leave, yes. There was no breakfast.”

Abby met her eyes. “So, you want me to leave?”

“No. But what constitutes a nice breakfast?”

Abby lay her head back down, feeling relieved that Nic wanted her to stay the night. “Omelet?”

“How about a scrambled omelet and hash browns in the waffle maker?”

“Mmm. Okay. I don’t know what a scrambled omelet is, but okay.”

* * *

She was in a deep sleep, convinced she was dreaming when soft lips moved across hers. She finally opened her eyes, surprised at the brightness of the room. Nic was smiling at her. Nic was also fully dressed.

“What time is it?” she asked sleepily.

“Seven thirty.”

“It’s Sunday,” she yawned. “Isn’t that kinda early?” Then she smiled. “Because I distinctly remember being woken up—what time was it? Two?—with your tongue in all sorts of nice places.” She was surprised by the blush that crept onto Nic’s face.

“I don’t recall you complaining.”

“God, no.” She stretched her legs out. “When did you get up?”

“Five thirty. Habit.” Nic slid the sheet lower, revealing Abby’s breasts. She saw Nic’s eyes darken. “I’ve…I’ve started breakfast.”

“I guess that means I can’t drag you back into bed then, huh?”

“I’ve got the veggies sautéing.” Nic straightened up, clearly fighting with herself. “There’s time for you to shower, if you want.”

“Do you mind?”

“Of course not. I’ve already put a towel out for you.”

She got out of bed, pressing her naked body against Nic’s clothed one. She kissed her, almost wistfully. Pity they couldn’t go back to bed. Of course, she didn’t know what the rules were. Were there rules?

“Give me ten minutes.”

The shower felt so good, ten turned into fifteen, but Nic was still preparing breakfast. The scrambled egg concoction was on the stove, and she was just taking the hash browns out.

“Can I help with something?”

“I’m good. Grab you some coffee. Everything’s about ready.”

They sat at the bar and Abby noted that the snow globe had been moved, slid down to the end against the wall. Nic followed her gaze.

“I couldn’t bring myself to put it away somewhere. It makes me feel…at peace, I guess.”