“Sit down. I have some sweet rolls or I can fry you up some bacon and eggs.” He walked over to the refrigerator and took out a big jug of orange juice, setting it on the table next to a couple of glasses.
“What, no stir-about?” January grinned.
“Oh there’s that too, but I won’t ask you to eat a real Scot’s breakfast of salted herring, boiled eggs, and whiskey.” He returned her grin.
He sure looks different with his hair tousled and needing a shave. I like it better than the Mister A.J. Squared-away. “Don’t tell me you have that for breakfast!”
“No, not very often. In fact, I’ve had that about three times in my life.” Thad refilled his own mug and sat down opposite her. “As a fisherman’s son, I’ve had enough herring and I’m not too fond of boiled eggs, either. But that really isn’t a co
