“Family dinner?” He shot an uncertain glance at Malcolm.
“First I’m hearing of it.” They’d agreed to keep Gavin’s presence on the down-low.
“Charlotte said y’all would be there. Anyway, Angus needs a headcount, so he knows how much dessert to make.”
Gavin’s brows drew together. “Who’s Angus?”
“Angus is my and Kyla’s uncle,” Connor explained. “He’s practicing to audition for The Great British Bake-Off, and we’re the beneficiaries of all his bakes. It’s a pretty great arrangement, all in all.”
“Has he said what he’s making?” Raleigh asked.
“Dunno. If anybody has requests, now’s the time to make them.” Connor eyed Gavin. “What’s your favorite?”
“I dinna ken. Nobody’s ever asked me.”
Malcolm’s hands flexed with the need to shake Simon Elliot yet again.
But Gavin didn’t seem to be both
