"Valerie, do you have a coffee?" Anders asked as he retrieved plates from the cupboard. "No. It only finished dripping just before you came in," she answered, turning the last two pancakes. "I haven't had a chance to grab one." He didn't comment, but a moment later set a fresh cup of coffee down beside her. "Thank you," Valerie murmured and picked it up to take a tentative sip. Her eyes widened as she tasted it. "Cream and one sugar, right?" Anders asked uncertainly when he noted her expression. "Yes," she said quietly. "It's good. I was just surprised you remembered how I ordered it yesterday." "I was driving. I ordered it for you," he pointed out. "Yes, but you had to order five different coffees. I'm just surprised you remembered how I take mine." "I made a mental note of it," Anders said simply as he moved away. Valerie stared after him as he retrieved maple syrup for the pancakes, and ketchup for the sausages under Leigh's instruction. He'd made a mental note of how she liked her coffee. What did that mean? Why had he gone to the trouble? For her? Did that mean he liked her? Was he interested in her?"