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Оглавление“WHY ARE YOU so nervous?”
Sadie frowned at Molly. “What? I’m not nervous.”
“You are. You’re running all over this kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off.”
Sadie pointed at the stove with the knife in her hand. “I’ve got three different spaghetti sauces going. I’m trying to chop up this stuff for salads. I’m not sure if we have enough noodles. And we haven’t even started dessert yet.”
“Yes? And how is this different from any other Friday Feast? You’re about to vibrate out of your skin.”
Sadie scowled and returned to slicing tomatoes. “You’re imagining things.”
Truth was, she was nervous. Wyatt had called to let her know Julietta was very excited to come to the dinner and see Jack again. Now she was acting like a geeky high school girl who had the captain of the football team coming to her house. And she hated it. Hated the out-of-control feeling that left her both scared and hopeful. Wyatt was an employee, and her giddy little heart needed to wake up to the fact.
“Are you slicing those tomatoes or slaughtering them?”
The beautiful locally grown beefsteak tomatoes she bought at the farmers’ market were now a goopy mess on the cutting board. She put the knife down. “You do it. I’ll get the bread ready.”
Molly hip checked her away from the counter and began to salvage larger bits of tomato. “Maybe you should go sit down with your jelly-bean jar for a little bit.”
“Ha-ha. So funny.” Sadie began opening bags of French bread.
Molly looked up from the tomatoes. “Remember, we need slices, not bread crumbs.”
“You’re killing me with your razor-sharp wit today, Molls, killing me.”
“Come on. Spill it before the guys start showing up. It’s Wyatt, isn’t it? You two could short out a power grid with the sparks flying off you.”
Sadie froze. No. It wasn’t noticeable. But Josh had noticed. Now Molly. This had to stop. She was setting a horrible example. If she couldn’t control herself, what authority did she have to tell the guys to control themselves? Rule number one: no fooling around in word or deed. None. Not even in jest. She took in a deep breath and let it out. Wrapped her jangly nerves up tight and pushed them deep down where she kept her fears and tears. Don’t act the fool. She stood up straighter.
