Page 37 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

“What?” his eyes darted to the clock over the back door. Wow, ten minutes after noon. “Shit. Have you been up long?”

Rosie moved the pan, resting it on one hob that was off. She turned to William, leaning up on her toes to capture his mouth with hers. “Not long. Maybe an hour.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I thought I would let you sleep a little. It’s a nice day. Do you want to eat outside in the back garden? I made bacon.”

“I can see that.”

“Didn’t burn the place down, either.”

“I see that, too.”

Rosie’s phone buzzed on the side, and her expression changed, just for a second, fleeting, like terror, but enough that William saw it. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” she said, reaching for it and cancelling the call. “Let’s eat.”

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