Chapter 5: Hailie

I woke up around six in the morning. It’s Sunday, so I got to sleep in a bit, but I don’t like sleeping too long, especially since the house is a wreck.

Changing into leggings and a pale blue sports bra, I grab my headphones and phone and head up to the main house to clean before making breakfast.

When I opened the door to the mud room, the smell of burned toast and grease filled my nose, “What the…” I made my way toward the scent to find…Ash? I rubbed my eyes to see if I was seeing things, but Ashton Woods stood shirtless and making breakfast; at least, I think that’s what he’s doing. He turns around with a plate of what looks like burned eggs, or rather, what used to be eggs,

“Good morning!” He beams; I can’t help but raise a brow, my hands on my hips once I move my headphones around my neck,

“What are you doing?” I asked; he motioned to the counter to the array of different, very burned foods,

“I made breakfast.”