Carol opened another beer and put it in front of Mitch. “Christmas was fine.”
“James okay?”
Abby’s observation felt like a heavy blanket, and Carol turned away from it. She was trying to woo Mitch, and she needed Abby around like another hole in the head. She peeked in at the mac and cheese and deemed it done then slipped her hands into oven mitts. “James is fine.” She pulled the casserole dish out and set it across two burners.
A chair shifted behind her, and Mitch said, “Is that—”
“Yep.”
“Maybe I should start going away more often.”
Carol looked back at Mitch. “Funny.”
Abby leaned closer to Mitch. She rubbed the short hair on the back of her head. “Tell us about your trip. I haven’t been to London in years, but I’d love to compare notes.”
“I don’t know that I have many notes. I w
