up from the table, and she jumped a little in surprise.
âThanks.â
âDo you want help with anything?â
The door to the kitchen opened and the two sisters stuck their heads in. âGood morning,â one of them said.
A pancake was ready to be flipped and the eggs were setting up nicely, so Lainey let out a breath. âActually, you could help. If you could pour the coffee into that carafe and take it and the cream and sugar to the dining room, thatâd be great. There are mugs on the buffet that everyone can use.â
âNo problem.â
Once he was headed for the dining room, she started another pot brewing and heated water for a pot of tea for those who preferred it. The ham was lightly browned, the eggs at a delicate point, and a warming tray filled with pancakes. Lainey transferred everything to the serving dishes and made her way to the dining room, putting out the food so guests could serve themselves buffet-style. Lastly she grabbed a bottle of maple syrup, a glass pitcher of juice, and a bowl of strawberries and the meal was ready.
The table seated twelve, which left no room for Lainey, who usually made a point of eating with her guests. Instead she refilled coffee and tea, fetched more cream, replaced the empty strawberry bowl with sliced oranges. Neither was there room for Todd, but he snagged a bar stool from the kitchen and perched on it, holding his plate on his knee. He talked and laughed with the guests, answering questions about the town and the storm with ease. Once he caught her eye and gave a little wink, which made her blush. She covered it by fussing with the plate of pastries. It was clear that Todd had all the guests in the palm of his hand, particularly the ladies. His good looks and easy charm had everyone smiling and laughing, and she started to wonder if he had any flaws at all.
As the meal wound down, Lainey made sure to remind the guests of the DVD shelf in the living room, or the library in the parlor where they might find a book to their liking. Todd also mentioned that the town streets would likely be cleared later in the afternoon, and that heâd keep everyone posted.
âDoes that mean youâre hanging around?â Lainey asked, stacking plates as the guests began to rise. She half hoped he would, but knew it was probably better if he didnât.
âI called Bryce this morning. He wanted to know if I could stay in town today and help out. Not much going on now, with everyone snowed in, but with the potential for accidents and how slow weâre probably going to be to respond, Iâm kind of on call. Iâm going to head to the station in a bit.â
âBe careful out there,â she cautioned, frowning. âIt looks so beautiful and sunny, but the roads are probably terrible.â
âDonât worry.â He looked down at her, and she felt that warm, melty sensation again.
âIâd better get this cleaned up,â she said, stepping away. âIâm guessing Iâll have people to feed for lunch and probably dinner, too, depending on whether or not other restaurants are open and if people want to brave the sidewalks.â
âAre you set for groceries?â
She thought for a minute. âI am for lunch. Iâll worry about dinner after thatâs over.â
He went to the buffet and grabbed a clean plate. âWhat, going for second breakfast?â she joked.
He loaded it with ham, eggs, and two pancakes and then shoved it into her hands. âYou didnât eat. And you need to. I donât have to check in until ten. Sit down for five minutes and fuel up.â
There wasnât much in the way of sentimentality in his words, but Lainey felt her throat tighten at the attention he gave her. It wasnât just that heâd noticed. Heâd also fixed her a plate and pulled out a chair for her. She sat, and he handed her the syrup. âItâs a damn fine breakfast,â he