<strong>Mike and Katy in the [Kitchen] over orange juice</strong><br/><br/>As Mike watched Katy’s wary senses take in her orange juice, he studied her face and features more carefully. Dusk, darkness, and candlelight soften the skin and features of anyone, and Katy had looked amazing last night in those conditions. But now she was in the brightness of day, and just out of bed at that.<br/><br/>“You’re not wearing any makeup are you?” Mike asked. “You’re one of the most naturally beautiful women I’ve ever seen.” He realized he was thinking out loud. “I don’t mean to make you feel self-conscious,” he apologized. “I’m going to go wash out this workout so I don’t stink up the place. I was going to have some breakfast after that. After breakfast I was going to unpack and organize my things. There are some big crates out there that need to be broken down, ja? Let me know if you need help with anything. I’m a big strong man, ja?” he laughed, pretending his glass of orange juice weighed three metric tons. Prior to his departure, Mike leaned in and kissed Katy's cheek in fondness, just as she had given him at her arrival. His worn sailor's hand slipped over hers in the process. "I'll be back in a few minutes," he said.