Emma’s question snapped Zach out of deep thought and he flipped the pancake he was cooking. “Just tired,” he said. Tired and worried and wishing he knew whether Tess’s fears were realistic or an aftermath of the assault. Wishing he could head over to her place, make sure she was safe, make love to her again. “But all the cows have calved.” He smiled a little. “I wasn’t checking cows, I was just up late.” Worrying. Wondering. Emma held out her plate and he dumped two pancakes onto it. Lizzie came into the kitchen as Emma went to the table, her shoes still untied, got a plate out of the cupboard and took her place next to the stove where Zach was cooking. “Two?” he asked. “Yes, please. Shaped like hearts, okay?” “You got it,” Zach said, smearing the batter into the requested shape as he poured it into the hot skillet.
