"He cooks!"

"A soldier or Royal Marine marches on his stomach. Take a seat at the table. Coffee or tea?"

"Tea, please."

"I'll have a pot with you in two minutes. Spreads for toast?"

"Marmite?"

I pulled a face at that. "Still haven't found anywhere that sells Vegemite," I muttered, "Marmite for toast, coming up."

"Nate?" I glanced her way. "I really love you right now."

I made sure nothing was burning or burned before I carried the pot of tea to the table, leaning down to give her a soft kiss. "Well, I love you too, gorgeous."

I had a toast rack prepared, carrying that to the table, making...