She took the glass Jack offered her. “Thanks.”Took a sip. “You could have a career.”
He gave her hair a friendly tug. “A fallback’s always good.”
When Mrs. G came out with the last platter, Del took it from her. “Head of the table for you,
Waffle Queen.”
Of course she loved him, Laurel thought, watching as he fussed over Mrs. Grady until she
was settled with a mimosa in her hand. How could she help it?
She stepped up, kissed his cheek. “Good job.”
It would be like this from now on, she realized. Oh, not Belgian waffles and mimosas on the
terrace. But this group, this family. These voices, these faces, on holidays and impromptu
family meals.
Voices crisscrossed the table along with the food. A sliver of waffle for Emma, fruit for
Parker while she talked to Carter about a book they’d both read recently. Heaps of whipped
cream for Mac, and Del arguing with Jack about a call on a baseball game.
“What’s on your mind, girl?” Mrs. Grady asked her.