As Preston sat down on the sofa across from hers, Mel looked up from her magazine and smiled. “I wondered if my brother was ever going to let me get a chance to talk to you without him hovering around,” she joked. “Abby’s a doll. She and Joss seem to be hitting it off.”
Preston laughed and looked back at his daughter, who had already forgotten about being upset and was once again playing with Jocelyn while Cam filmed them. “Well,” he drawled, “you do know the whole reason he set this up was so that you’d be able to babysit from time to time, right?”
“Figures.” Mel shook her head, bemused. Sipping the remnants of her Frappuccino, she gave Preston an arched look. “So Cam tells me you like to cook? Is that right?”
“I work at the River City downtown,” Preston said. “I’m a glorified line coo
