Twenty-four
Luke took Amelia around to the back door because only strangers used the front. He hoped just his mom would be there. He wasn’t that lucky. The entire family was gathered around the table, eating chocolate chips cookies as his mom pulled them out of the oven.
Dani fed pieces of cookie to Mark. She gave Luke a distracted grin. “Introducing a new food group to him.” She handed him another piece, cooing, “It’s the perfect food, isn’t it? Oh, yes, it is.”
“Pizza is the perfect food,” Phoebe said, “though these cookies are a close tie.”
“Can’t feed a baby pizza, can we?” Dani cooed.
“Really?” Jake arched his brows. “What was that stuff Mark was gnawing on when I stopped in last week?”
Dani looked a bit sheepish. “It was just the crust.”
“Hey, at least she hasn’t started him o
