Waking up was hard to do. It took Eddy a moment to realize where he was, after which the memories of the previous night came back like a flood. He looked over to her side of the bed. She wasn’t in it. Instinctively, his eyes drifted to the foot of the bed, in case she was standing there with her gun leveled with his head. She wasn’t there, either.
That was when he smelled the bacon. She was cooking him breakfast; an unusual thing for someone with as many servants as she no doubt employed. She was playing house, trying to make him feel like old times… trying to make him comfortable. Undoubtedly, her ultimate agenda required him to complete immerse himself in the illusion.
Still… he was never one to refuse fresh-cooked bacon...Read More