Chapter Thirteen

I woke up to an empty bed.

However, the sounds of someone in the kitchen and the scent of coffee had me feeling better about it rather quickly. I brushed my teeth and hurried out to find Freddie in the kitchen.

“I ordered donuts,” he said as soon as he saw me. “I wanted to make you a beautiful fancy omelet, but I also didn't want to burn down your aunt's house.”

“I appreciate you not destroying the cabin,” I replied. “But the coffee smells great.”

“Coffee is the one thing I can actually cook by myself,” he said. “That and a bowl of cereal. I'm quite good at that one too.”

I grinned as he handed me a mug full of steaming caffeine. I grabbed one of the donuts from the box and took a bite of delicious sugary goodness. It wasn't on my usual diet, but this was vacation after all.

“Come sit on the porch with me?” I asked, motioning my head to the sliding glass door. Freddie beamed and followed me out.

We sat in the morning sunshine on two deck chairs, the box of donuts perched between us o