Chapter Seventeen
THE SMELL OF sugar cookies filled the cabin as Josh pulled the cookie sheet from the oven and placed it on top of the stove. Well, the smell of burnt sugar cookies, anyway. He still hadn’t mastered the use of a timer too well.
Alanna stood in the middle of the living room, holiday music playing through an app on their smart TV, Christmas lights dangling from her hands as she stared across the room at him, one brow c****d.
He shrugged. “I’ll make another batch.”
“Isn’t that the third batch you’ve put in the oven?” she asked.
“Fourth, but there’s plenty of batter,” he said, dumping the burnt cookies into the trash.
Darlene walked over and stared into the trash can at the small lumps of charcoal that should have been tasty cookies. “Maybe you should let my mommy make t
