Mitch Campbell took one look at the coconut cream pie on the diner table and swore. “This is a pie kind of emergency?”
Judd Hamilton laid a protective hand over the clear plastic dome. “Touch this and die. My pregnant wife had a craving, and I am doing my husbandly duty.”
Mitch ignored the twinge he felt at the mental image of Judd and Autumn wrapped in connubial bliss. If anybody deserved happiness, it was those two. He slid into the booth on the opposite side. “Then why am I here?”
“Just wait. Liam’s on his way.”
“Fine.” Mitch folded his hands loosely on the table and dug up a smile for the little brunette waitress who sidled up to take his order. The smile took way more effort than it should have. “Hey Hannah, can I get a cup of coffee and a slice of—what else do we have today in th
