Kate took a forkful of eggs and toast, nearly closing her eyes at the pleasure of food. She watched Will shrug into his jacket and shoulder a small backpack. He was so adorable that she couldn’t help smiling.
She picked up a piece of crisp bacon and bit off the end, feeling self-conscious of Peter’s gaze and presence.
“I need your help this morning in the stables, Kate,” he said. She chewed and swallowed, nodding. “All right.”
Marcy refilled Peter’s mug and topped off Kate’s. Kate smiled her thanks. She liked this woman who made the house feel cozy with her cooking and fussing, and felt a pang for her mother whom she’d never stopped missing in all these years.
“You all right?” She heard Peter’s voice, not realizing for a moment he had spoken to her.
She looked at him. “I’m fine. I was
