Page 46 of A Cowboy's Halloween

With a spring in his step, Jack set to work in the kitchen, mixing the pancake batter, and adding plump blueberries to create a mouthwatering breakfast. The sizzle of the pancakes on the griddle filled the air with a delightful aroma.

Heather came into the kitchen and watched with curiosity and a hint of anticipation as Jack expertly flipped the pancakes, making sure they were cooked to perfection. It was a simple gesture, but he wanted to let Heather know that he appreciated her. He truly wanted to make the morning memorable. They only had a few hours before they had to head over to the orchard, although she might have to it spoke volumes about Jack’s thoughtfulness and his desire to make the morning memorable.

Soon, a plate piled high with golden-brown blueberry pancakes was set before them, accompanied by a jar of maple syrup and a pat of melting butter.

“Here you go, Heather,” Jack said proudly. “Freshly made blueberry pancakes, just for you.”

“Jack, these look incredible! Thank you so much.”

“I can say a prayer or…”

“Go ahead.” She nodded.

He bowed his head and closed his eyes. “Dear God, thank You for this food and the chance to come together before we embark on day two of the Haunted Harvest. Thank You for letting the first night go so well. Please help us to be able to help others and always serve You. Amen.”

“Amen,” she echoed.

He opened his eyes, and they shared a grin before digging into their pancakes, savoring each bite and sharing casual conversation. It was a breakfast filled with laughter, good company, and the promise of a new day together.

As they enjoyed their meal, Jack couldn’t help but think that sometimes, the best moments in life were the unexpected ones, like sharing blueberry pancakes with someone who had become more than just a friend.

“What time do you need to head over?” he asked.

“I have about an hour,” she said. “The makeup for the actors and everyone will go much faster now that I have it down pat.”

“Do you need to buy any more makeup supplies? You had to go through a ton yesterday.”

“I already have enough for today, but I’ll be sure to get more tonight for tomorrow and then Halloween.”

“We can pay—”

“What part of charity are you forgetting?” she asked lightly.

“I know, but—”

“No buts,” she said firmly. “That’s my contribution.”

“You’re already giving so much time—”

“It’s fine.”

“Thank you,” he said warmly.

As they savored their delicious blueberry pancakes, Jack and Heather found themselves immersed in conversation. With an hour to spare before they needed to be at the orchard for the Haunted Harvest, they enjoyed the leisurely pace of their morning, relishing in each other’s company.

Jack, ever the considerate host, engaged Heather in lighthearted discussions about their favorite movies and music and even shared some amusing anecdotes from their pasts. He wanted to keep the conversation light, not wanting to bring up topics that might remind Heather of her uncertain future.

He grinned. “So, Heather, have you ever pulled off a Halloween prank that you’re particularly proud of?”

She laughed. “Oh, you have no idea, Jack. Let’s just say I may have been responsible for a few spooky surprises over the years.”

Their laughter filled the room, and it was evident that their friendship was growing stronger with each passing day. Jack cherished these moments, and even though the thought of Heather leaving weighed on his mind, he chose to focus on the present and the connection they were building.

“You know, Heather, it’s moments like these that make life truly special. I’m grateful for our friendship and all the laughter we’ve shared.”

“Me too, Jack. You’ve been an amazing friend, and I appreciate having you in my life.”

As they continued to talk and share stories, it became clear that their bond was something worth holding onto, even in the face of uncertainty. For now, they would enjoy the present and the time they had together, making the most of the hour before their next adventure at the orchard’s Haunted Harvest.

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