I need to get over to the office, she said, brushing off the idea of breakfast. There would be coffee at the office and she needed to get to work. Chase can take care of it, go eat, Monty commanded, his eyes showing that he wasn't joking. Jessica sighed, knowing that he was right and she needed to eat.

She left the stables and went to the cafe. The owner smiled when he saw her walk in and disappeared into the kitchen. Jessica sat down on the bar and rested her elbows on its smooth surface. The owner returned with a cup of coffee and a large plate of flapjacks. That should fill you up, he said, setting the plate down in front of her. I don't want to see you gone until that plate is empty.