Layla tried half a dozen pumpkin pie recipes—including a pumpkin chiffon that was seven shades of wrong—before she gave up trying to convince Logan the holiday dessert was delicious. Even she didn’t want to eat another piece for a while. And Meredith and Danny, her next-door neighbors who usually loved her leftovers, had actually requested she not bring them any more pie.
But her parents adored pumpkin pie, and she worried over every little detail. From who would drive to Boston, to where Logan would sleep in their tiny downtown apartment, to how her sisters would act.
She clicked on her laptop and attached the acceptable conversation topics she’d come up with that week. She’d warned Logan that Vanessa and Alice could be…interesting.
“He grew up with three brothers,” Layla muttered to h
