Kaitie and Allie insisted that Jake sit and rest while they finished setting the table and bringing the food from the kitchen. He hated to sit and watch them work, but they were right. Jake did need to rest. He was starting to feel drained from what little he had done.
“Jake, I have to say, I am liking the scruffy look on you,” Allie said as she placed a basket containing the last of the homemade bread on the table. “The bruise creeping out of your hair and onto your face does detract from your rugged good looks, but I can live with it.”
“I’m hoping to be able to stand and lean over the sink well enough tomorrow that I can finally shave, but thank you for the compliment. I am hoping the bruises go away soon. The one on my arm looks terrible, but surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt much. My rib
