CHAPTER 32
What was supposed to be one cup of coffee turned into breakfast.
Grace didn’t mind at all. Lincoln, apologizing profusely for the messy kitchen and his stained hands, washed up as best as he could to fix her a delicious, French poured, cup of coffee, and the rest of their morning just fell into place.
“You’ve gotta eat, haven’t you?” Lincoln asked as he watched over a pan of sizzling bacon.
“Yes, but I don’t want to put you out.”
“You’re not putting me out. It just so happens I’ve got an urge for a big fry up, and it’s no fun cooking a big fry up for only one.”
Grace was convinced, easily, to stay for breakfast. Lincoln cooked some baked beans, fried tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried eggs, and bread toasted in the oven to go along with the bacon. Though the food wasn’t her
