Chapter Twenty-One
Ty found Maybelle stirring a pot at the stove. Dear god, she was trying to cook again. He silently thanked Dottie for the invite, sparing himself from choking down another meal of half-burned mac ’n cheese. “Why haven’t you brought me up to the house for dinner?”
She whirled, surprise on her face. “That’s what you’re going to lead with?”
He joined her at the stove, turned off the gas, and gently removed the wooden spoon from her hand, before taking her into his arms. “I ran into your aunt today.”
She pursed her lips. “Nobody runs into Aunt Dottie.”
He flashed her a grin. “Okay, I stopped by the diner.”
“Great,” she muttered, ducking her head. “Checking up on me again?”
He crooked a finger under her chin. “No. I stopped in because I wanted to talk with Weston Tucke
