Vengeance may tempt you with a promise of satisfaction and peace, but it will not deliver - RICHELLE E. GOODRICH
As Cat stepped into the living room she found Alex sitting at the breakfast table, "Come and eat. I made bacon and eggs," He drawled.
"You made bacon and eggs?"
"Leave the incredulous sarcasm right there at the door," Alex deadpanned.
She raised her eyebrow and gave him a look of annoyed disbelief.
"There's coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice also. C'mon sit."
She was already swigging down the tangy OJ and shoveling the eggs onto her plate. Suddenly she felt starved and they ate in complete silence for a few minutes.
"Mmm. That was great; I didn't know culinary skills were also part of your repertoire," She asked with eggs stuffed in her mouth.
"Uh-hmm. There's a lot you don't know about me," His eyes sparkled mischievously. "I can also make grown men cry, play a mean game of scrabble, and hold my breath under lubrication for a really long time."