“Not tonight. I need to sleep and so do you. We’ll talk about it when we’re more awake and can put some time and thought into it.”
“You must have some idea,” Nate pressed. “I mean, I’ve been considering lots of stuff in the back of my head. Nothing carved in stone, but, you know, random ideas, where we’ll work, where we’ll live…if we’ll get married.”
No, no, no! Morgan shouted in his mind. Please don’t say that. I can’t deal with that. Not until I know what really happened in the woodcarver shop. Not till I know if or how James fits into this. Don’t make this harder for us than it is.
Trying to avoid the subject and, at the same time lighten the tone of the conversation, Morgan forced a joking mood and said, “Ah, ah, ah—cart before the horse, chickens before they’re hatched, cookies before they crumble, and all that.”
“Cookies before they crumble? Where did you get that?”
“I’m sure I’ve heard it before. It’s a very popular saying.”