flirty one said, giving her a wink.
Not
impressed, she ignored him.
“You’re
in for a real treat then,” Jules answered. “They’re also called Dutch pancakes.
They’re large and puffy, and have wonderful things on them.”
“Sounds
good, just the way I like my pancakes. Can I do something to help?” She prayed
not. Lord help them all if she said yes.
Jules
shook her head. “No, I’m good, wait till you see them come out of the oven.
They’re no ordinary pancake. You like coffee or tea?”
Well
she dodged a bullet there. She really was in luck. “Coffee, please, black as
pitch and thick as tar if you got it.”
They
all chuckled.
“Coming
up,” Karl said, stepping to the coffee pot, pouring her a cup and handing it to
her. “Need cream or sugar?”
Reaching,
she took the cup. “What, and ruin a perfectly good cup of coffee?” She shook
her head.
More
chuckles as they all stared at her.
“Thank
you, by the way,” she answered, holding up the cup and nodding, then bringing
it to her lips, she took a large drink of the steaming hot liquid. “Perfect,”
she muttered, when she felt the scorch all the way to her stomach. It burned so
much she couldn’t feel the knot anymore, talk about benefits. “All your cows
accounted for, or you still missing some? Coco can
find them if need be.”
“We’re
good,” Karl answered. “Thank you again.”
A
tired looking, dark haired, pregnant woman walked in, plopping in a chair with
a groan.
Karl
reached over and squeezed her hand. “This is my daughter, Linnie, and as you
can see we’re going to have a little one around here soon. She and her husband,
Nate, live here, but are building the house you passed on the way in. Nate and
his dad own and operate Sander’s Heating and Plumbing in Luck. Linnie, this is
Dani.”
Looking
over, Linnie gave her a halfway smile. “Hey, Dani, nice to
meet you. Been here long?”
Nodding
in acknowledgement of the welcome, she answered, “Arrived a day ago.”
“Oh
wow, we’re glad you’re here. You doing alright, finding everything you need?”
“Yes
and no,” Dani answered. “I need to find my way around first, then I’ll be good.”
Jules
put several bowls and plates full of food on the table and the guys went for
them, passing them around as they went. Preparing to take the plate stacked
high with meat as it came her way, the tall silent one, put a small piece of ham
on her plate, and began to pass it on to the flirty one.
“Hold
up there,” she said, grabbing her fork. Stabbing a nice, big, thick piece of
ham, she dropped it on her plate.
Next
came the pancake thing, looked damn tasty for sure, and he gave her a sliver.
What the hell? There were several of them on the table waiting to be eaten.
Looking up, she scowled at him. “Stop.” Picking up her
knife, she cut an ample piece, scooped it up and set it on her plate before he
passed it on.
When
the fruit came around, he just held the bowl and she took a large spoonful.
Next came the syrup, and as he held the pitcher over her plate, he stopped and
waited. Looking at him, she said, “Bring it on, all over, it all goes to the
same spot, and don’t be skimpy.” With that, he gave her the most dazzling smile
that reached all the way to his eyes, and she felt that knot in her stomach
tighten and grow about ten times its size. If it got much bigger she wouldn’t
have room for all the food she’d taken.
Last
was a bowl of fresh whipped cream, and as he tried to delicately place some on
her food it wouldn’t come of the spoon. “Slap it on there, big guy, I’m
hungry.”
There
were chuckles all around the table and he gave the spoon a firm snap of the
wrist as he grinned, finding humor in her words. The whipped cream slapped onto
the food with a splat.
“Perfect!”
she exclaimed, grabbing her fork and taking a big bite.
“What
is it you need help finding?” Linnie asked, breaking the ice again. “We’ll
point you in the right