She was determined to be businesslike today. She would focus on doing a good job and earning her pay—nothing more. She smelled the coffee as soon as she opened the door. “Good morning,” Mitch said, sitting at the table with a cup, giving her that smile that she was quickly getting addicted to despite herself. He stood and crossed the room to take the basket from her. Those gentlemanly gestures were quite addictive, as well. “Good morning,” she said briskly. “That coffee smells good.” “Help yourself. The stove is already stoked and ready for you.” She grinned. “Hungry?” He shrugged. “I wouldn’t turn down a good meal.” She’d have to make sure she got here a little earlier tomorrow. Those were chores she should be doing herself if she was going to be earning her pay. Ivy hung her bonnet on a peg by the door, then paused.
