Chapter 173: Preconceived Notions

In the kitchen, Anna fumed as she stirred a pan of breakfast potatoes on the large gas stove. Where was he, that’s what she’d like to know. Breakfast wasn’t served all day. Did he suppose that he could simply waltz in at any time of the day and expect to be served? If that was what he thought, he had another think coming.

Breakfast, like the other meals at Sweetwater Ranch, was a buffet-style event. Once time was up, it was up. The kitchen had to be cleaned, and lunch started, not to mention guest rooms and cabins that needed seeing to, and classes and activities that would begin shortly.

“Those aren’t burning, are they, hon?” Her mother’s voice interrupted her internal rant.

With a glance into the pan just to make sure, Anna shook her head. “They’re fine. I’ll just go put them out on the buffet.”