By the time Pete got out of bed the next morning, Kathleen was already busy in the kitchen. He was startled to see her standing over the gas cooker preparing what he suspected to be breakfast. He didn't have to ask her how she had gotten into the house since he had included the house keys in her own bunch.
"Good morning sir, is there something you want?" Kathleen asked with a polite smile when she saw him standing by the door, staring at her in confusion.
She looked directly into his face and tried not to let her eyes drift from there since she didn't want to focus on what he was wearing, or rather on what he wasn't wearing. He wearing just his boxers and even a damn shirt.
