Chapter 24

Cam rolled his eyes. “Yes, another point of contention with Mel, especially since her husband’s Italian. So who knows where that came from?”

“What’s Mel do?” Preston wanted to know.

Spearing a forkful of salad, Cam nodded. “Oh, you’ll like this. She’s a baker. Not classically trained or anything—she didn’t go to culinary school like you did, just taught herself how to cook, then found she really liked baking more than anything else. She wants to open some kind of store or restaurant or something, I’m not quite sure. I should introduce you two. I think you’d really hit it off.”

Preston wasn’t sure what had given him that idea. “I don’t bake. With cooking, you don’t have to be precise all the time, you know. You can play around with ingredients and measurements and see what works, what doesn’t. But with baking, if you don’t get the numbers right, your bread doesn’t rise, or your cookies crumble, or your biscuits turn out flat and green and hard.”