Sleep had been nearly impossible. Andrea had tossed and turned all night, thinking about her poor grandpa, what it meant to be home, all the work she had to do—oh, and Case. He’d hardly spoken to her after she’d mentioned Sarah again, and while she’d intended to put some distance between them, she didn’t like upsetting him. Perhaps she could make it up to him with a nice breakfast.
As soon as the sun was up, Andrea put on her robe and went downstairs to make a big breakfast for everyone. She wasn’t much of a cook, but she knew how to make scrambled eggs, bacon, and homemade waffles better than anyone else in her family. She turned on some Christmas music and was really enjoying herself, thinking she should apologize to Case when she saw him. Then, she heard footsteps close behind her.
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