Once, I rejected Hutch's suggestion of scrambled eggs. That resulted in a shoot out with Hutch saving a hell of a lot of people all by himself.

But here I am, slowly recovering from the shooting in the police garage. I was scared and nauseated at even the thought of eating. I'd refused food and every nurse who came in had a sad look on their face when I turned away what they'd brought. Water, broth, even ice chips made my stomach churn.

But the day Hutch came in with a plate covered with a napkin, well, I had to try. Besides I'm a sucker for a Hutchinson full on smile.

He uncovered the plate of scrambled eggs, presenting them like I was in the fanciest restaurant. I just couldn't say no. And damn, if they didn't taste good.

He just saved me again.