Chapter 11: Breakfast and Company
I finished the eggs and bacon, chewing slowly, letting the warmth of the kitchen and the quiet company settle something in my chest. Allan cleared the plates before I could offer, stacking them by the sink with an ease that suggested he'd done this a thousand times. I watched his hands, the way they moved, the particular care he took with the cast iron pan.
"I should get changed," I said, pushing back from the table. "These work clothes aren't going to pick themselves."
He glanced at me, a question in his eyes, then nodded. "I'll clean up here. Take your time."