Nothing on earth was more comforting than butter, sugar, and flour. Rachel inhaled the familiar scents, and the tension she’d been carrying for the past week began to dissipate. They’d want some kind of savory option for the later Saturday morning crowd, but right now, she wanted sweet. There was puff pastry prepped in the walk-in cooler and fresh peaches that practically smelled of sunshine. She just had to decide if she wanted to make turnovers or peach and cream cheese danishes. Turnovers would transition to later in the day more easily, since they could be considered dessert, but they also took more chill time.
“Danishes it is.” She set the oven to preheat and began to peel peaches to make the peach jelly that would be the base.
From the other side of the kitchen, Holt prepped a batc
