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Leanne kept her smile in place long enough to show Frederick to his room and get him settled in. “Dinner is in thirty minutes,” she told him. “Breakfast is from seven to nine tomorrow morning.”
Frederick raised an eyebrow. “I always eat at ten-thirty, you know that. Before then, my stomach isn’t ready for digestion.”
Oh, yes, Leanne knew all about Frederick’s digestion. She’d had to plan many things around that man’s stomach.
She was tempted to tell him he’d just have to deal with it but managed to hold her tongue. What she had told Isaac was true. This could be an incredible opportunity for the bed and breakfast, even if Frederick was only there to convince her to return to LA with him. If that meant saving some food for him, so be it.
“You can bring it up to my room,” he continue
