“Michael?”
“Hi, Cathy. Florence wanted it to be a surprise, but she asked me to bring dessert tonight, and I also wanted to see how the kittens were settling in. I had to work late at the animal hospital, so I didn’t want her to hold up dinner.” He passed her the dish. “I hope everyone likes apple pie. I made it this morning.”
“You bake?” Cathy figured that, as a busy vet, Michael wouldn’t have the time.
“Yes. My mother left me her recipe book. Since she didn’t have a daughter, in fact any other children, she used to cook with me.” His eyes seemed sad at the recollection.
Cathy realized she knew little about Michael’s family, and it looked like he shared some of her feelings after the loss of her and Doug’s parents. Her hand drifted to the scar from that accident, fading but still appa
