“And to think you were going to try to make a go of the hospitality industry,” Frederick said, sniffing at the pastries on his plate. “At least these seem edible.” Jessie’s pastries sat next to a bowl full of cantaloupe and an omelet that Leanne had made especially for him. Everyone else staying at the bed and breakfast had eaten pastries and fruit in the guest dining room, but Frederick had insisted Leanne deliver him an omelet. Even that wasn’t good enough, though, because she hadn’t made it with egg whites only, which, according to Frederick, was the only way to make an omelet.
As Leanne took the verbal beating, she began having doubts that she’d get that glowing review she’d been looking forward to. Or the autographed picture. “It’s a perfectly good omelet,” she said. “I doubt Jessie
