We’re Going Home

Morning light streamed through the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm gold across the carpet. I woke slowly in Devon’s arms, the familiar scent of cedar and morning sun surrounding me. His arm rested loosely around my waist, his palm warm against my stomach. I shifted slightly, and he stirred at once, his green eyes soft in the early light. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, his voice still rough with sleep. “Good morning, kitten.” I tilted my head up and smiled, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “Good morning.” After brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom—and stopped in surprise. The dining table was laid with a crisp white cloth. Two plates of golden pancakes drizzled with amber maple syrup stood beside tuna sandwiches. A steaming latte waited in my spot, a delicate heart swirled into the foam. Devon emerged from the kitchen, an apron still tied around his waist. He held a frying pan lightly. “Made your pancakes. Try them.” I sat down and cut a piece wit