Chapter 22

Avery and Gayle had just brought the food out to the large kitchen table when Drake and Cade strode in, the dogs at their heels. Drake seemed no different, but Cade's gaze wouldn't meet hers and his mouth twisted in what seemed like unpleasant thoughts. She had no clue why it had taken thirty minutes to drive a block to get the dogs, but her stomach cranked in worry.

Cade rubbed the back of his neck and came deeper into the room, eying the table. "Looks good, Mom."

"Thank you. Sit down, everyone."

She liked Gayle's home. Unlike Cade's two-story, his mom's was a ranch and not nearly as updated. The place had a lived-in feel. Photos were everywhere she turned-the mantle, the walls, the fridge-and went as far as his parents' wedding. The furniture and appliances seemed dated to the boys' youth. Even the kitchen table had nicks and scars. The house was simple and friendly, like Gayle.