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She was hungry. “Fine,” she nodded taking the coat off. “But just the eggs, I don’t have time for bacon too. I’ll make the coffee.”
“Good, because there’s something I want to tell you,” he said, taking a frying pan down from the rack and set it on the stove.
“What is it?” she asked, as she scooped coffee grounds into the filter. “You wanna tell me how the cougar got into your pants or something?”
“What?” Lane laughed, cracking the eggs into the pan. “NO! I mean she did try again when I went to get my bike. But no that’s not it.”
“Mhm.” Desi slammed the coffee tin on the counter. “Maybe you should take her up on that offer. You can go to England with her when she goes back.”
He turned and looked at her. “Where is this coming from?”
She looked at him innocently. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean, your attitude.”
She wiped a hand down her face, he was right. She was being a bitch. “Sorry. I’m just tired still.”
His face softened when he looked at her. “I know you are. And I’m sorry I left you hanging last night. You were exhausted and walking home didn’t help any.”
Desi wanted to scream at him and tell him to stop being so understanding. Instead, she grabbed the loaf of bread and stuck four slices into the toaster. “It doesn’t matter, it’s in the past so just forget about it.”
Lane turned and looked at her as he flipped the eggs onto a plate. “It does matter. When I got home last night I went and checked on you... covered you up and noticed you had been crying. Wanna tell me why?”
“Nope,” she said, shaking her head.
“Would it have anything to do with me?”
Desi slowly shook her head and looked at him. “Not at all.”
Lane saw the mask she pulled over her face the split second before she answered him. She was lying.
“All right then.” Scratching his head, he said. “Breakfast is ready.”
Desi brought the plate of buttered toast and the coffee pot and sat both on the table. Going to the cupboard she took two mugs down and got the cream out of the fridge. Sitting down across from him, she poured each of them a cup and shoved the cream towards him.
Lane glanced at her. “You seem a little on edge. Is everything okay?”
She wanted to scream at him that no, nothing was okay because he was leaving. Picking up her fork, she squinted at him. “What makes you think that?” Waving the utensil at him, she said, “Never mind, I don’t want to know.”
He snickered. “All right then.”
Diving into the food on her plate, she mumbled, “What’s the good news you wanted to tell me?”
Lane sat for a minute before answering her. The way she was acting she would just twist it around likely. Nah he would wait; she would soon find out. “Not important. Let’s finish this and get over to the inn. I have a big day ahead of me and the sooner we get that mess cleaned up, the sooner I can go.”
Desi pushed her plate away and stood up then started to put her coat back on. “I’m just going to walk. You’re busy with getting ready to leave... and everything, you don’t need to help me.”
Lane scratched the stubble on his chin. “All right then. I’ll see you over at the inn.”
She was out the door so fast that he didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.
Desi went straight to the staircase on the hill, the likelihood of running into someone was less than if she cut through the village. She didn’t want people stopping her to talk about the wedding when her heart was breaking.
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“WHERE DOES THIS GO?” Brit asked, holding one of many salad bowls.
Desi looked up from wiping the counter and said, “They go in the basement.”
