"Good afternoon, come on in. Who"s this?" Scott answered the door at his house and let them in. His question was aimed at Lynda, but his gaze never left Dylan.
"Scott, this is Dylan. Dylan, this is my older brother Scott." She had warned Dylan on the way over that she wasn"t going to give them a relationship right away. She wanted to give Dylan a chance to charm her brothers with his personality before they learned about the marriage and turned against him just for that one thing.
"Welcome. Come on in. Let me take some of this." Scott reached to take one of the pies from Lynda. "Where did you get them this year?"
Lynda could only smile at the expectation. Her brothers knew her well, they knew she didn"t cook.
"Dylan made them."
"You cook?"
"I do." Dylan didn"t brag, though Lynd
