W-w-what?" I stepped aside or was forced aside as he entered my apartment, carrying something wrapped in tinfoil, a carton of eggs - huh? - and a tiny frying pan. "Cam what are you doing? It's eight in the morning."

"Thanks for the update on the time." he headed straight for my kitchen. "It's one thing I've never been able to master: the telling of time.

Author: J. Lynn