Her back was to the door when she heard Jason return from his shower. “There’s a stack keeping warm,” Flanna said, gesturing with her spatula toward the built-in oven. She blew upward in an attempt to dislodge the hair that was stuck to her sweaty brow. “You know where everything else is.”
The oven door opened and closed, followed quickly by Jason’s deep, satisfied inhalation. “I am never going to be able to make myself pancakes again.”
Flanna hid a small smile by ducking her head. She watched the air bubbles start to appear in the batter, nudging the firming edges to loosen them from the bottom of the pan. It was nice to be appreciated, even if it was only for putting food in his stomach.
“Did your father say anything to you before he went to bed?” Jason asked.
She didn’t expect him t
