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Morgan shook the bag she’d pulled from the freezer. “Why dilute a good thing with water?”
“She says who adds a little coffee to her milk and sugar,” Miles pointed out. “And maybe I want an iced cappuccino.”
“I’m making enough.”
She got out two tall glasses, added the ice cubes, poured the coffee mixture over.
Drea took one sip, then another. “Maybe you should come live with me.”
“And I’m wondering why this is the first time I’m having this.”
“You drink black coffee,” Morgan reminded him. “Really hot black coffee. I figured I’d make these for tonight, post-dinner. We should probably do something with all these peaches, right? Like make something, for later.”
Miles pointed at his mother. “She says we have to share.”
“Well, that would be sharing, and there’s a lot of them. I don’t have a clue.”
“Peach cobbler,” Drea suggested.
“Even less of a clue.”
“Cobblers are cobblers because you cobble them together. Quick and easy. Not a stretch for somebody who just made a couple of iced cappuccinos in under two minutes.”
“Beverages, no problem. Food’s trickier.”
“I can show you.”
“Really?”
“I’ve got time before I deliver peaches to my parents, then go home and make coffee ice cubes. And you’re going to text me whatever you did in that bowl.”
“Deal!”
“I’m going to go work out.”
Miles deserted the kitchen. And he thought how she fit, just fit in his life as if the rest of his life waited for her to slide right in.
By the time he’d put in a solid ninety minutes in his home gym, showered off the sweat, dressed, he found his mother gone. Peachesfilled a bright blue bowl on the counter in a seriously sparkling kitchen.
“I made a peach cobbler.”
“Okay.”
“No, this is big. I made it.” She pointed to the baking dish cooling by the stove. “Your mom just said, now add this, do that. I made a dessert from scratch. We’ll have to warm it up again before it’s served, she said. Maybe with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.”
“Okay. I’d’ve given you a hand with the kitchen.”
“Your mom helped. She wouldn’t take no. She said your dad’s going to worship her when she offers him an iced cap after dinner tonight so we’re even.
“I really like your family, Miles.”
“So do I, more than most of the time.”
“It shows. I poked around,” she continued. “I hope you don’t mind, but too late if you did, because I already poked. And I found these wonderful dishes. I forget what they’re called—all different colors.”
“Fiestaware.”
“That’s it. I thought we could use them tonight. They’re fun and casual.”
