Chapter Nine
The bleeping of the alarm at four a.m. pulled Jamey out of a restless sleep. Groaning, she rolled over and slapped it silent. “You can do this, girl.”
She lay with her eyes shut another delicious moment, then shook herself and sat up, throwing the covers off the bed. Within seconds, she was dressed in her usual chef’s attire and stumbling down the darkened hall through the great room and into the kitchen. She threw on the lights, taking a moment to adjust to the sudden brilliance, and moved to turn on the coffee pot. Grabbing her favorite knife and a bowl, she set them on the island, and started pulling ingredients from the cabinet for fresh granola.
Although it had been years since she’d interned as a pastry chef, and been up before the birds, she’d always enjoyed the stil
