“Camilla’s going to come back here and have an absolute cow,” Vin predicted.
“Don’t be stupid,” Beau said. He coupled this admonition with a quick kiss, so Vin didn’t feel terribly injured. “Just because you set the curtains on fire making lemonade doesn’t mean I don’t know how to cook.” He scrambled three eggs into a metal bowl, added a dash of spice to the yellow goo, and poured it in a frying pan. He mixed vegetables, cheese, and some sausage together and piled it on the bubbling egg, then flipped the cooked portion over.
“Plate.”
“Yes, doctor-chef,” Vin said. Beau slid the omelet easily onto the china.
“I think the patient is going to make it,” Beau said, turning back to the stove to cook up another one.
“I usually eat cookies on Boxing Day,” Vin said. “I can’t decide if this is a
