I will certainly think of the cookbook, Jack. Sorry if I seem a little, um, flaily. I get like that sometimes. It's nothing you did. Either of you.
*She took another bite of her salad when Lucas said wait there and stood to go to the bedroom. He came back and handed her the manuscript he had been talking about and kissed her forehead.*
Thank you. Now I can read it without get a headache from the computer. *She leaned in and hugged Lucas.* This is amazing, baby. It really is.