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“Maybe.”
“Tell me.”
“I was leading three kids on the back of a horse. They were little kids. Under five probably. And the girl. She was sitting in the middle. She had on a yellow cowboy hat.”
She reached for his hand. “Maybe they were your kids. How old were you?”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t see myself. I just knew it was me holding the reins.”
She took a sip of coffee. “Anything in the background? Buildings? Landmarks?”
“Mountains. Snow-covered mountains. Which could be most anywhere in the country.”
“It’s still something. They had to be your kids.”
“Well, they were damn cute, so they must’ve taken after their mother.”
“I think we’ve established you’re not an old man, a stray dog, or an ogre.”
Scott came into the kitchen and poured some coffee, then looked at Ember. “I think it’s your turn to cook.”
“I suppose it is.”
John raised a hand. “I’ll do it.”
They both looked at him and he shook his head. “I’m sure it’ll come back to me. There’s no way I’ve lived forty-some years without cooking breakfast.”
Scott nodded. “Okay. I’ll be outside getting the boat ready.”
Ember watched Scott leave, then smiled at John. “I’ll sit here and keep you company.”
“You don’t think I can do it.”
“Of course I do.”
“How do you feel about omelets?”
“Never met one I didn’t like.” She watched him dig through the refrigerator and pull out the necessary ingredients to build an impressive omelet. She wanted to say something to him about it, but she stayed quiet.
He glanced at her. “What?”
“Nothing. Carry on.”
“This is another one of those weird things that feels like déjà vu.”
“Just go with it. It looks like the end result is going to be a really good omelet.”
John made three really good omelets, and they were all impressed.
Scott finished his and pushed his plate aside. “I’m officially nominating you as breakfast cook.”
John nodded. “It’s the least I can do.”
It took thirty minutes to get to Scott’s favorite fishing spot. It was up an arm of the lake that was about a quarter mile wide with pine covered bluffs on three sides of it.
“What makes this spot special, Scott?”
“There’s a bit of a hole here which makes the water deep. And the fish have a lot of places to hide. But there are quite a few obstacles on the bottom to snag your line if you’re bottom fishing. So watch out for that.” He handed John a standard fishing pole. “I rigged this with a lure I’ve had pretty good luck with. Want to give it a shot?”
