Adele sat beside Scarlett in the chapel, but her mind wandered along unknown paths on the ranch. Carson hadn’t texted until church had already started, but she’d fired off a quick invitation to lunch, and he’d confirmed.
The buzzing in her bloodstream had nothing to do with the sermon, and she couldn’t focus for more than two seconds. She had found a nice cut of brisket at the grocery store, and she’d done a video on all the prep for it already this morning.
She’d invited Scarlett and Hudson and Gramps, and it wasn’t until she’d announced she’d be making some of her famous—well, back home in Savannah-famous—Southern barbecue that she’d realized they’d be coming to her house.
Her house.
houseShe didn’t let anyone in her house. So the thoughts rotated and gnawed their way through her min
