“No matter.” Mrs. Bryant still wore a large smile on her face. “You will stay long enough for my pumpkin pie to cool, though, won’t you? It’s the best you’ve ever had, I guarantee it.”
“Oh, well… I don’t want to impose.” Isabelle turned and looked at Casey, and he just smiled back at her, glad to have his mother on his side.
“You’re always welcome here, darling,” the older woman assured her. “We’re so thankful for everything you’ve done for Cooper.”
“That’s my job,” Isabelle said with a humble shrug.
“I think you’ve gone above and beyond this time, dear.” His mom patted the teacher’s cheek sweetly and then turned back to the house. “I don’t want to be a fourth wheel,” she joked looking at Casey and giving a little wink, which he was sure Isabelle saw. Her eyebrows raised but she didn’t
