Abby poured her third cup of coffee before daybreak. “She doesn’t even know who I am.” “That’s Kay Langtry and that’s the way Joe lived his life and ran his business.” Mazie bustled around the inn’s kitchen preparing blueberry scones for breakfast. “I can’t even begin to tell you how many people got second chances and new lives around this town because of the Langtrys.” “What time is it, anyway?” The last clock Abby had checked read four in the morning. “I’m guessing it’s almost five.” “I’ve heard of waking up with the chickens, but you’re up way before they are. Are you always in the kitchen this early?” “Usually. I don’t require much sleep. I like to offer my guests a good breakfast. I don’t go all out like I do for a dinner, but I like fresh breads, scones and croissants...and those things take time.” “You’re the Martha Stewart of Texas.”
