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JANICE KAY JOHNSON
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“Not everyone. But some do.”
She studied him. “You don’t sound as if you’re used
to it. Which means you haven’t been doing this long.”
“I’m learning on the job.” His expression, never
forthcoming, closed completely. “Your toast has popped
up. And you didn’t tell me whether you want eggs.”
“If you mean it, I’d love some. Scrambled,” she added.
He nodded and got supplies from the enormous
refrigerator while she buttered the slices of toast and
slathered on jam that looked and—when she took a
bite—tasted homemade.
In only moments, it seemed, John set the plate of
eggs on the table in front of her.
“Will you sit down with me?” she asked. “I suppose
you’ve long since eaten.”
“I wouldn’t mind a cup of coffee. You? I’m sorry, I
should have asked sooner. I didn’t know whether the
kids should be drinking it, so I didn’t offer any.”
“I’d love some.”
She began eating hungrily while he poured coffee
and sat at one end of the long table with her, pushing a
mug toward her. “I’m starved,” she admitted, between
bites.
“Stressful day yesterday.”
“You can say that again.”
“This Knowledge Champs. Did your students win?”
“We actually have two teams. The A team did pretty
well. They won one round and tied another. The B team
got creamed. Partly because Amy and Hopper were too
busy flirting to pay attention.”
“Ah.” His mouth relaxed into something approach­