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road, we could take a look around and see if we can figure out what happened to you. Maybe we’ll be able to find some clue to where you came from, or maybe we’ll come across something that’ll jog your memory.”
    She looked up at him. “Thank you. I’d like to do that.”
    He leaned forward, folding his arms and leaning on his forearms. His eyes studied her face. “Have you had any memory at all return?”
    Her eyes fell to the lace table cloth. She absently traced over the pattern with her finger tip. “No. Nothing at all.”
    “Hey.” His hand reached over and covered hers, stilling it. “Look at me.”
    Her eyes lifted to meet his.
    “It’s only been a day. Give it time.”
    She nodded, hoping he was right. She had to believe that in time her memory would return.
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    The sound of the alarm clock filled the room. Summer slid one eye open and glared at it. Four-thirty a.m.
    Good Lord!
    She slipped one arm out from underneath the covers and hit the off button. She groaned, sat up, and turned the bedside lamp on. Blinking to adjust to the light, she tossed the covers back and threw her legs over the side. Then she stretched.
    She stood up, thinking this was way too early for any human being to be up. She pulled on some clothes and glanced out her bedroom window, which overlooked the back. Lights in the barn flipped on, and she knew that the guys were already out there milking.
    Summer stumbled downstairs, made some coffee, and preheated the oven. She sat at the table yawning and drinking coffee. When she finished her second cup, she got up and mixed up a batch of biscuits from a recipe she found in a cookbook.
    When she had those in the oven, she started the bacon frying, and then began mixing up a batch of scrambled eggs. She turned on the radio and switched it from the farm report to a country music station.
    She was singing along with Willie Nelson, when Steve, Cary, and Pop trooped in at about five-thirty.
    “Hmm, something smells good in here,” Steve said, walking into the kitchen from the mudroom, where he had stopped to wash up. He went over to the cabinet, took down a mug, and poured himself a cup of coffee. He switched the radio back to the farm report.
    Summer had the kitchen table set and was just dishing up the eggs and bacon onto a platter.
    “You sleep okay?” Steve asked over the rim of his mug, and then took a sip.
    Summer looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Yes, just fine.”
    He winked at her. “Good.”
    Carrying the platter to the table, she set it down. There was a plate of biscuits already waiting, along with butter and jelly. She also had set out a jar of milk and a pitcher of orange juice. The guys all sat down as she picked up the coffee pot and walked around filling everyone’s mug. Then she asked if there was anything else she could get them.
    “No. No, this is great. Sit down and eat, Summer,” Steve insisted.
    She sat down between Steve and Pop, and opposite Cary. They all ate in silence and listened to the crop reports. Summer watched as the three of them devoured everything on the table, and she had to grin.
    Steve finally finished and pushed his plate away. He put his elbows on the table and picked up his coffee mug. He noticed over the rim of his cup, that Summer was smiling at him. “What?”
    “Nothing. You guys sure can eat, that’s all.”
    He grinned. “So, you can cook after all. That was good. What are you going to make us for dinner?”
    “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
    When everyone was through eating, Summer cleared the table and poured more coffee.
    “We’re gonna have to get started on repositioning that fence post before we do anything else,” Steve said to Cary.”
    “Yeah. Hopefully we can get it done by noon.”
    “Pop, can you work on that clogged line on number four?” Steve asked his grandfather.
    “Yeah, sure.”
    They all pushed back their chairs and stood up to leave. Pop and Cary walked out