Tomorrow's Promises (Bellingwood Book 7) by Diane Greenwood Muir Read Free Book Online

I'll take the dog outside. You go find out who's making good smells in the kitchen."
    Polly opened the door of the bedroom and both cats skittered out. "I'll feed them while you take the dog out. And thanks," she said, pulling the door closed.
    Padding across the living room to the kitchen, she realized Henry was right. Something smelled wonderful.
    "Good morn ..." Polly stopped in surprise. Bunny was standing at the sink, washing dishes by hand. "What are you doing?" Polly asked.
    "Making breakfast. I figured I owed you all something since I was such a ninny yesterday." Bunny dried her hands on a towel she'd tucked into the belt of her pants, crossed the room, and drew Polly into a hug. "I'm so sorry. Everything was making me jealous and you know how I can be. I promise to be good for the rest of the weekend. I didn't come all the way out here to act like a whiny crybaby. Will you forgive me?"
    "Of course. Already done. What are you making? It smells wonderful."
    "I didn't know how to get to the grocery store, so I rummaged around in your refrigerator and cupboards. Is that okay?"
    "For smells like this, you can do anything you want." Polly followed her back into the kitchen and opened the cupboard door to get cat food. "I didn't know I had enough food to make anything that smells this good. What did you come up with?"
    "You had bacon and sausage in the freezer and plenty of eggs and cheese. Can it be a little surprise?" Bunny giggled a little.
    "Absolutely. But that is your sausage gravy in the pan, right?"
    "You're going to love it."
    "Oh, Bunny, you've always been the best cook of all of us. Someday you're going to find a man who loves you and treats you right."
    "I know. I'm just tired of being a bridesmaid. Then I come out here and you don't even need me to do that."
    "I'm sorry, sweetie. I really am. But I couldn't not marry Henry. You know that, right?"
    "I do. And I'm really not complaining. I promise."
    "How long until breakfast is ready?"
    Bunny looked at the timer on the stove. "Just a few more minutes."
    "Let me start the coffee and I'll knock on Drea's door to see if she wants to get up this early."
    "These will wait, too. Don't hurry anyone."
    Polly wasn't sure what had happened to her friend overnight, but she was grateful for the change in attitude. She went back across the hall and knocked on Drea's door and said quietly, "Are you up yet? Bunny made breakfast."
    Drea opened the door, dressed in a pair of hot pink pajamas with her hair bundled on top of her head. "Bunny?"
    "She's acting almost human this morning," Polly whispered. "I'm encouraging it."
    "I'm going to the bathroom and then I'll be ready to eat. Really?"
    "I know!"
    They walked back across the living room laughing. Drea gave a little wave to Bunny, who was setting plates out on the dining room table. She escaped into the bathroom as Obiwan came tearing in the front door. He pulled up short when he saw Bunny moving around, then turned and looked at Polly.
    "I know, bud," she said. "It's breakfast. I think there's room for you though." The cats had retreated into the office and were perched on their ledges, keeping an eye on the activity both inside and out.
    Henry strode in and took in the situation. "It smells wonderful. Miss Bunny, did you get up early and make breakfast?"
    She giggled again, "Yes I did. I thought it was fair payment."
    "Can I help with anything?" he asked.
    Polly stepped over Obiwan to get his food and fill his bowl. When she was finished, she handed the coffee pot to Henry. "Bunny, you still don't drink coffee, do you?"
    The girl looked at her in shock. "Not that horrible stuff. I can't bear it. I'll be fine with juice. I made a fresh pitcher. It's in the refrigerator." She reached into the oven and took out a pan of round balls of dough, then scooped them into a basket she'd lined with a dish towel.
    When everything was on the table and they were all seated, she said, "These are breakfast biscuit drops. They're filled with