Scrambled eggs, sliced tomatoes, an English muffin with a swipe of margarine across, and a cup of very black coffee sat in front of her. She hoped she could choke some of it down while she had a heart to heart with Andrew. But where to begin?
Mara watched Andrew tear into a three-egg omelet, hash browns, dry rye toast, and his equally black coffee. Ian liked his sugared and creamed to the point you couldn’t taste the coffee anymore. The fact that Ian drank the black coffee from Andrew was another way Mara sensed the feelings between the two. How else were they different? And did it matter? Was this leading anywhere? She felt sure it was, if she knew human nature—and she was sure she did. They were acting like a couple already and Mara feared others would notice, too. And the fear of it ma
