Chapter Ten
The morning was much like most summer mornings at . An officious Colonel graciously hosted breakfast in the dining room, his two guests joining him and his wife as he served a country breakfast: sausage, eggs, biscuits and gravy. It was a man’s breakfast perhaps, the ladies preferring fruit and toast, an act natural to women who are practiced in keeping their figures slender.
Mackenzie was thinking how this season away from the comforts of her adopted city home was almost at an end. Kevin was thinking the same, looking forward to returning to a climate and attitude he was more familiar with. The Colonel was likely reflecting on the way he’d turned the savvy Mackenzie back into the down-home country wench she once had been. His look was somewhat thoughtful, but in no way
