Chapter FourPlease. Let me see you again. Soon. Very soon.
Alistair Pope’s plea throbbed in Lydia’s brain the next morning as she parked her Morris Minor and walked up the path past the frog pond into Leo’s Back End. No Mercedes. Fine. She didn’t need him showing up when she was elbow-deep in pancake batter. “See you” didn’t mean see you, after all. It meant be alone with you, wrap you in my arms—
Stop right there, Lydia.
Leo slapped her on the back when she came in. “Hey, soup chef! How’s tricks?”
Dinah, to her astonishment, greeted her with a smile before barking at her to hurry up and get out the eggs.
Mudge gave her a big grin. Several of the customers, including Edgar Rowdey, remembered her name.
Buoyed by all this approval, Lydia forgot to check soup levels until after breakfa
