12
“Welcome back, man.” Jonah pulled Brax into a back-thumping hug.
“Good to be back. Everything go okay while we were gone?”
Holt scratched behind his ear. “More or less.”
Brax sobered, his gaze bouncing between the two of them. “What happened?”
Cayla waded into the fray. “It’ll keep for a bit. Let’s get the dogs outside and get the food going.” With her special brand of mom-wrangling, she managed to herd her six-year-old, their mutt, Banana Bread, and Mia and Brax’s pit bull, Leno, out the back door.
Mia closed her eyes. “Just tell me whether I have more stuff to repair.”
Jonah swung an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “Nope. The bakery is fine.”
“Okay, then somebody get me some alcohol. I have a feeling I’m gonna need some for this discussion.”
“Way ahead of you, girl. I
