Joy couldn’t help giggling as she left the smokehouse behind.
“As if he didn’t just have the door open,” Scott grumbled. “My word. Maybe Momma should give him a lecture for today.”
himShe turned back to him, really enjoying seeing him with his family. His father had plenty of the same thick hair as Scott, but his had started losing its color several years ago. Scott got all of his height from his daddy too, and Joy reached up and brushed an errant piece of ash from his face. “We were just talking.”
“You said something about a surprise,” Scott said. “I’m not deaf.” He threw Joy a dark look and started across the lawn. She hurried to catch him, because she didn’t want to be the cause of any ill feelings on Christmas Day. Not when he already had so much on his mind.
“Scott,” she said when
