Gwen was relieved that his normal tone was back now. “The last thing we need is cream for the coffee,” she promised. Then she added the ground coffee to the boiling water and the eggs to the fry pan. When the eggs set, she added some cheese and turned her attention back to the coffee. She placed a cloth over each mug and carefully poured the liquid through. She wanted their first coffee experience to be a good one—coffee addicts liked company.

Gwen went back to the stove and folded the huge omelet before cutting it in three pieces, the one in the center larger. Then, using a towel, she brought the pan to the island and served the largest piece to Gavin.

“Isabelle should be served first, lady,” Gavin instructed softly.

“I’m sure that would be appropriate, Gavin. But you didn’t sleep last night and you deserve a good meal.” With her free hand she reached out and held his chin. “I expect you to relieve yourself after breakfast,” she ordered.

If Gavin seemed humbled by Gwen’s display, then Isabelle’s expression could only be described as shock, but her words explained their reaction. “Gwendolyn, you sound just like my brother.” She laughed. “Not that Greylen would have shown any tenderness with such a command. More the like, he’d have knocked Gavin to the ground with his demand.” Gwen smiled at her explanation, then Isabelle asked, “Should we say grace?”

“I have a better idea, but first we have to add sugar and cream to our coffee and pray that it tastes good,” she said, laughing. Then Gwen did something she always wanted to do. And it was the perfect opportunity to bring Isabelle and Gavin closer together.

She held out her hands and smiled as they took them. Gwen explained that they would take turns stating something they were grateful for, and she offered to start. She was having more fun with them than they would ever know. Especially since Gavin and Isabelle had entwined their fingers, instead of just clasping their hands as they did with hers. Progress. Definite progress.

“I’m thankful I have both of you. You’ve each helped me so much, and I’ll treasure whatever time we have together.” Gwen’s tone was very upbeat, hoping they’d play along. “Okay, Isabelle, it’s your turn.”

Isabelle stole a quick look at Gavin before turning back to Gwen. “I’m thankful you’re here, Gwendolyn. This has been the most wonderful morn I’ve ever had.”

Gwen squeezed Isabelle’s hand and noticed, from the corner of her eye, Gavin did the same. “Okay, Gavin, your turn.” She expected a fight and was surprised when he answered quickly.