Chapter 74

The next morning, Veronica pried her eyes open when she smelled the sinful aroma of French toast. She freshened up in the bathroom, grabbed her black dress and put it on, then walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning, beautiful," Nic said, placing her breakfast on the counter, as she entered.

"Good morning. And do you ever get any sleep?" Veronica asked, as she stood on her tip toes to deliver him a kiss.

"Sometimes," Nic admitted.

Veronica looked at her food. "This whole domestic side of you is still such a surprise. I'm trying to get used to it." She placed a forkful in her mouth, and wanted to moan with how good it was, when she noticed he wasn't eating. "Are you not eating?"

"No, I don't like French toast."

"Then why did you make it?"

"Because I know you like it. I'm not really big on sugary foods first thing in the morning," he stated, as he opened the morning paper. Veronica watched him as she ate. He looked as though he had a lot on his mind.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes," Nic