Luna’s POV
I sidle over to the table, sinking into a seat as the hockey player, grabs a mug and places it under the coffee machine, pressing the button before turning back to the pan and lifting the bacon out to place it on a piece of kitchen paper to soak the oil out.
‘Where is Beth?’ I ask as I watch him move effortlessly around the room, grabbing two bread rolls and buttering them before sliding bacon into each.
‘With Rory and Marcus, they have taken her to the park for the morning. Rory took the day off, and we don’t have practice because of the game tonight . . .’ He turns toward me, holding up a ketchup bottle, shaking it enticingly as I nod quickly.
‘What a strong independent woman . . . I approve of your choice’ he winks before turning away again, squirting a dollop into each r
