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She wondered what they would make for breakfast. Did they have bacon? “Oh my God, if there is bacon, I am going to marry the chef!”
“What is bacon?” Logan asked.
She jumped again, almost slipping. “What the hell? I thought you left.”
“I was leaving when you said something about a bacon.”
“It’s notabacon, it’sbacon. A type of meat usually served for breakfast. Hey! I need my privacy!”
“Of course. I will go see if there is bacon. But you will not be mating anyone named chef.”
If she had an actual bar of soap, she would throw it at him. She quickly washed her hair and body. Drying her hair with the towel, she noted it was still damp but didn’t care. There might be bacon!
