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yellow sweater with three-quarter-length sleeves, and headed for the kitchen. She planned to attend church this morning. To thank the pastor again for presiding over Krissy’s funeral.
    Plus, she hoped with some concentrated prayer, the Lord would provide the guidance she needed.
    The smell of rich coffee and the sound of male voices drew her. She stopped at the kitchen doorway and gawked. Bryan and Grandpa were sitting at the table. Jay, wearing a frilly pink apron that had to have been Grandma Lisbeth’s, was cooking pancakes on the griddle. He flipped one in the air. It landed smack in the middle of the plate he was holding in his hand.
    â€œVery impressive.” She had no recollection of Jay preparing meals during any of her prior visits. Yesterday he’d already left to see to the horses when she’d come in for coffee. “You have an unexpected talent.”
    He shot her a grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes and sped gooseflesh down her skin. A man had to be seriously macho to carry off a pink apron with such aplomb.
    â€œWhen I lead a trail ride into the wilderness, the clients expect good eats and plenty of it.” He flipped a second pancake onto the plate and handed it to Bryan.
    The boy grabbed the butter, slathered the pancakes, then reached for the syrup.
    â€œSit yourself down,” Jay said. “I’ll cook up a couple for you.”
    â€œNo, that’s not necessary. I only have coffee for breakfast.”
    â€œYou’re too skinny, girl.” Grandpa forked a bite of pancake into his mouth. “Jay’s pancakes will put some meat on your bones.”
    She put an affectionate hand on her grandfather’s shoulder. “A woman my age has to be careful not to put too much meat on her bones.”
    He harrumphed and ate another bite of his breakfast.
    â€œYou look like you’re dressed to go somewhere fancy,” Jay said, pouring two more circles of batter on the griddle.
    She got a mug from the cupboard and poured herself some coffee. “I thought I’d go to church this morning. Anyone like to come with me?” When no one responded, she turned to Bryan. “How about you? We could hang out.”
    He looked up at her with hooded eyes and shook his head.
    The prick of rejection hurt. She shrugged it off. Bryan was asserting his independence. Understandable under the circumstances. Eventually he’d come around. She hoped. “How about you, Grandpa?”
    â€œMy arthritis is acting up bad this morning.” He downed a gulp of coffee. “There must be a storm coming.”
    So far the day looked as sunny as yesterday had. But Paige knew not to challenge her grandfather’s weather predictions. She remembered all too well a picnic down by the dock at the lake with her mother, grandmother and Krissy with baby Bryan. They’d ignored Grandpa’s warning about the weather and he’d been right. Their picnic had been rained out.
    Jay slid another plate of pancakes onto the table and sat down. “I’ll drive you.”
    Her mouth gaped open. She hadn’t expected him to volunteer to take her to church. She wasn’t sure she wanted to spend time with him alone after the animosity he’d shown her last night. Besides, she was perfectly capable of driving herself.
    She sat at the table opposite him. “That’s all right. There’s no need. I drove my car here.”
    He crooked a single dark brow. “No sense to take two vehicles.”
    â€œDon’t you have a trail ride this morning?”
    Jay swallowed his bite of pancake. “Nope. Sundays are a day of rest for us and our horses. So it’s all settled. We’ll go to church together.”
    Bossy cowboy! She closed her hands around her coffee mug, letting the heat seep in. “Fine. As long as you promise not to wear Grandma Lisbeth’s apron.”
    He looked down at himself. Color darkened his ruddy cheeks. “Yeah, I