Preston didn’t really need Cam’s help, but he enjoyed the company while he whipped up dinner. The glaze took the longest to get right—he had to let the tea bags steep, then play around with the amount of sugar he used before he was satisfied it tasted perfect. Cam agreed, giving it his own seal of approval. Then he cooled it down fast, using ice cubes and putting it in the freezer for a half hour while he marinated the shrimp in Old Bay and butter. Then he prepared the grits. Once they were cooking, he boiled the tea down to a glaze and coated the salmon with it, then placed the fish on the wine-soaked planks. Mel had a state-of-the-art kitchen, or at least, a nicer one than Preston had at home, and her gas range came complete with a built-in grill between the burners. It fired up almost i
