The next morning, Kate woke up. She had slept well after nearly a month of insomnia. Bastien’s scent still lingered in the room. She looked to her side and the bed was a little rumpled. She took the pillow and there was Bastien’s scent.

“He slept here,” she whispered, annoyed by Bastien’s attitude.

A smell of toast and coffee filled the room. She sat up and noticed she was dressed the same as the night before, except she was covered by the blankets. At least Bastien had respected that and hadn’