Chapter 47

Cara awoke to the sound of humming and the smell of bacon and coffee. Pulling herself out of bed, she followed the smell into the kitchen. Archer was flipping pancakes in a pan, wearing only a pair of jogging bottoms that hung low against his hips. He was humming along to a song on the radio whilst Diesel sat patiently beside him, waiting for food to drop. Cara leaned against the doorway, watching as Archer slipped the dog a slice of bacon. 

“Don’t tell your mum.” He whispered to the dog who wagged his tail in response.

“She already knows.” Cara chuckled from the doorway. 

“You’re up!” Archer turned to face her, spatula in hand and a towel slung over his shoulder. A knee-weakening smile made its way to Archer’s lips as his eyes travelled her body. She was wearing one of his t-shirts that stopped just sh