Chapter 18
The kitchen was warm and spiced with the scent of the chilies Cam was cooking for dinner, the low throb of music from the radio swaying Cam to hum along. Grabbing a potholder, he bent over and opened the oven door, blinking against the rush of heat. Fresh aromas assaulted his senses, and he smiled as he pulled out the Dutch apple pie. Perfect. For as little as he baked, it was nice he could have the things that mattered turn out right.
As he set the hot pie plate on the trivet he had waiting, he caught Josh out of the corner of his eye. “Are you planning on hovering there all night, or are you going to actually set the table?”
“I’d rather hover,” Josh said, obediently pulling plates, silverware, and glasses out of the dishwasher. He paused to inhale the rich aroma of baked ap
