turned into our driveway with an eager smile.
As soon as I pushed through the front door, I caught the aroma of bacon wafting from the kitchen, a scent that reminded me of our earlier life. When there were children in the house, Jane usually prepared a family breakfast, but our differing schedules in recent years had brought them to an end. It was yet another change that had somehow overtaken our relationship.
Jane poked her head around the corner as I padded through the living room. She was already dressed and wearing an apron.
“How’d your walk go?” she asked.
“I felt pretty good,” I said, “for an old guy, that is.” I joined her in the kitchen. “You’re up early.”
“I heard you leave the bedroom,” she said, “and since I knew there was no way I’d fall asleep again, I decided to get up. Want a cup of coffee?”
“I think I need some water first,” I said. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Bacon and eggs,” she said, reaching for a glass. “I hope you’re hungry. Even though we ate so late last night, I was still hungry when I got up.” She filled the glass from the tap and handed it to me. “Must be nerves,” she said with a grin.
As I took the glass, I felt her fingers brush mine. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but her gaze seemed to linger on me a little longer than usual. “Let me go shower and throw on some clean clothes,” I said. “How much longer till breakfast is ready?”
“You’ve got a few minutes,” she said. “I’ll get the toast going.”
By the time I came back downstairs, Jane was already serving up at the table. I sat next to her.
“I’ve been thinking about whether or not to stay overnight,” she said.
“And?”
“It’ll depend on what Dr. Barnwell says when he calls. If he thinks Daddy’s doing well, I might as well head on to Greensboro. If we don’t find a dress, that is. Otherwise I’ll just have to make the drive tomorrow anyway. But I’ll have my cell phone in case anything happens.”
I crunched on a piece of bacon. “I don’t think you’ll need it. Had he taken a turn for the worse, Dr. Barnwell would have called already. You know how much he cares for Noah.”
“I’m still going to wait until I talk to him, though.”
“Of course. And as soon as visiting hours start, I’ll head in to see Noah.”
“He’ll be grouchy, you know. He hates hospitals.”
“Who doesn’t? Unless you’re having a baby, I can’t imagine anyone liking them.”
She buttered her toast. “What are you thinking about doing with the house? Do you really think there’ll be enough room for everyone?”
I nodded. “If we get the furniture out, there should be plenty of room. I figured we’d just store it in the barn for a few days.”
“And you’ll hire someone to move it all?”
“If I have to. But I don’t think I’ll need to. The landscaper has a fairly large crew coming. I’m sure he won’t mind if they take a few minutes to help me.”
“It’ll be kind of empty, won’t it?”
“Not once we have the tables inside. I was thinking of setting up the buffet line next to the windows, and we can leave an area open for dancing right in front of the fireplace.”
“What dancing? We don’t have any music arranged.”
“Actually, that was on my agenda for today. Along with getting the cleaners set up and dropping off the menu at the Chelsea, of course.”
She tilted her head, scrutinizing me. “You sound like you’ve put a lot of thought into this.”
“What do you think I was doing this morning while I was walking?”
“Panting. Wheezing. The usual.”
I laughed. “Hey, I’m actually getting in fairly good shape. I passed someone today.”
“The old man in the walker again?”
“Ha, ha,” I said, but I was enjoying her high spirits. I wondered if it had anything to do with the way she’d looked at me the night before. Whatever the reason, I knew I wasn’t imagining it. “Thanks for making breakfast, by the way.”
“It’s the least I could do. Considering the fact that you’ve been such a big help this week. And you’ve made dinner twice.”
“Yes,” I agreed, “I have been quite the saint.”
She laughed. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“No?”
“No. But without your help, I would have been insane by now.”
“And hungry.”
She smiled. “I need your opinion,” she said. “What do you think about something sleeveless for this weekend? With a cinched waist and a medium train?”
I brought my