Chapter 83

"THANK YOU SO MUCH for having me." Cecily had on her best Sunday company smile, but nerves jittered underneath as she stepped into Grammy Campbell's house, Reed on her heels.

"Of course, sugar. You come right on in. Oh here, let me take those." Grammy tugged the covered basket from Cecily's hands before she could protest. "Everybody's in the living room. Anita brought cookies to tide everybody over until dinner's ready."

Reed brightened. "Snickerdoodles?"

"What else would I make my favorite son?" his mother said, coming into the foyer and pulling him into a hug.

Was that supposed to be some kind of warning?

"I'm your only son," Reed pointed out.

She lifted both brows. "Do you want me to take the cookies back?"

"No ma'am," he said solemnly.