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’t undressed her. She pulled off the blankets and got up. She walked to the kitchen; there was Bastien cooking. He had waffles, milk, coffee, and toast, plus he was cutting fruit — her favorites. Her traitorous heart beat faster at feeling and seeing him, but her brain told her not to be weak.

“What are you still doing here?” Kate asked coldly.

“I’m making you breakfast, don’t you see? I have to feed my baby on the way.”

“How long will you use her as an excuse to bother me, Bastien?”

“Until she’s