Melody had eaten steadily since she left the stage. Now she sat on the couch with a pint of ice cream in her lap, busy working her way through it. James sat in a chair with his feet propped on the coffee table, watching her. Jen had already retired for the evening, and they found themselves alone for the first time since they got up that morning, or, looking at his watch, yesterday morning. It was four o’clock.
“How much more do you actually think you’ll be able to eat?” he asked her with a grin.
“You have to remember that I started on empty tonight, and I burned more calories out there than you’ll burn in a month at your gym,” she retorted.
“How are you going to hold up to nine months of this? It would be bad enough if you didn’t go through all of the physical and mental stress beforeh
