Chapter 50

She chuckled and turned her sunny expression to include me and Hyde. “We’re having orange glazed chicken, rice pilaf, and broccoli.”

“Sounds good,” Hyde said

“I’ll bet yours won’t be cut into bite-size pieces,” Granddad groused. “I’d give a month of my life for a thick, juicy T-bone. Medium rare.” He sighed and licked his lips. “With roasted tarragon asparagus and artichokes.” His gaze became wistful.

I’d made that for him two weeks before we’d had that row. Beauchamp had taken his vacation, and I’d been staying with Granddad. Apparently Grandmother had not only enjoyed cooking, but she’d been an excellent cook. The recipe was one of many I’d found in her recipe box.

Geoff returned to his seat, looking green. I went to him and leaned down. “What’s wrong?”

“Is this how it was for you?”

“How what was?”

“Being shut out?”

I straightened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”