“I want that,” Sawyer said immediately. “I want that when we’re done. It goes in the kitchen for now, but I’m calling dibs. Let’s go cook, Annika.”

“Can I break the eggs?” she asked as they headed toward the villa. “It looks like fun.”

“There’s a woman who makes her own fun. Let’s find out if she can make coffee.”

“Hold on a minute,” Doyle said to Riley. “You got any Tai Chi?”

Riley tapped her right fist to her open left palm. “Sure.”

“Take Sasha through a beginner’s session.”

“What! Why? No.” Though it shamed her, Sasha was weak enough to look at Bran for help. But he only smiled, gave her arm an encouraging pat.

“It’ll help with your balance and centering,” Doyle said. “You want to catch up with everyone else, you need a little extra. Twenty minutes should do it. How about you show me some of what you’ve put together,” he said to Bran, “while they’re cooking.”

“All right.” Bran took Sasha’s face, kissed her lightly. “Twenty minutes,” he repeated, and left her.

“I want coffee,” Sasha insisted. “I want to sit down. I think I want my mommy.”

“There’s no whining in Tai Chi. Feet slightly apart, knees loose. Breathe from here.” She slapped a hand on Sasha’s aching abs.

“Oh, God.”

“You wanted a unit, Sash. Looks like you’ve got one.”

“It hurts.”

“No pain, no gain,” Riley shot back with merciless cheer. “I’ll go over philosophy later, because I damn well want coffee, too, but for now, breathe in from your center, and do what I do.”

At least the movements were slow, and she had to admire Riley’s fluidity as she tried to mimic them. But that didn’t stop her quads from aching like rotted teeth.

By the time she sat down she could have wept and whimpered for coffee, but she damn well knew where her center was as it quivered from exhaustion and begged for food. Sawyer produced a platter with a golden mountain of pancakes. Where she’d usually have eaten one, she ate three, actually contemplated a fourth before she decided it might make her sick.

Doyle looked across the table at her. “You’re up.”

“I don’t want to be up. Maybe not ever again.”

“I believe he means your clever and creative chart.” Bran gestured to where Annika had propped it on a chair, like another team member.

“Oh. Well. I’ve got me and Bran on cleanup, Riley on Apollo and chickens.”

“Wolf in the henhouse.”

Riley sent Sawyer a sharp, sweet smile. “You’re a barrel of monkeys.”

“Annika and I hit the garden to weed and harvest,” Sasha continued.

“I’m on the pool, Bran’s on the lawn mower. Annika’s on laundry.” Sawyer grinned at the chart. “Leaves Riley and Doyle on the supply run. I think I like the pictures of the bag of groceries and boxes of ammo best.”

“Give me ten for the cluckers, another ten to grab a shower.” Riley downed the rest of her coffee. “Another five to make a call, see where we’ll find the best place for the ammo.”