Resolution taken, he wolfed down a meal of fluffy scrambled eggs, smoked ham, and the best biscuits he’d ever tasted.
Just as they were about to get up and follow the last of the guests outside, the cook, Greta, came into the dining room. She frowned at seeing it nearly empty. Zeroing in on Jack and Alex, she asked, “Do you folks know where Cole’s been?”
Jack shook his head and gave a carefully worded response. “I haven’t seen him this morning.”
She snorted. “Damn fool sneaked out of here with no breakfast. Can’t figure what’s going on in that man’s head.” She shot Jack a long, speculative look, then started stacking the dishes. A moment later, she glanced up. “What are you two still doing here? You’ll miss the tour. Now, git!”
Both of them snapped out a “Yes, ma’am!” at the same moment and fled. Covering their mouths to block the laughter, they headed to the corral.