Mollie flips the pair of omelets sizzling in the skillet. “Don’t call the devil. I’ve never made breakfast for twenty people before, so I really may end up poisoning y’all. Although this time, it won’t be intentional.” “Look at us, making progress. No more threats of manslaughter.” She smiles. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, cowboy. How are you feeling? You were working up a sweat on that dance floor.” Drawing a breath, I have to think about that. When was the last time someone asked about me? How I’m doing?
