“How do you like your eggs?” he asked, smiling at her sleepy face. The kitchen was bathed in sunlight and she squinted up at the window, wide and high off the ground.
“What time is it?” she queried, dodging a kiss and moving toward the coffee pot. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her toward him and kissing the back of her head.
“Don't worry about the time.” he whispered in her ear, holding her close. “We have all day.”
“Well maybe you do,” she said, straining against his firm embrace,“but I have things to do today.”