Dear Mr Comforts by Kit Morgan

Author:Kit Morgan [Morgan, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Angel Creek Press
Published: 2018-10-29T16:00:00+00:00

Hunny returned to the kitchen, wiped her brow with her sleeve and brushed a wisp of hair out of her face. How she’d managed to end up helping with the food, she didn’t know, but she was glad for it. It gave her something to do other than imagine a future that could never be.

“Are the biscuits all gone?” Belle asked, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the kitchen. “I thought I had another pan of them to take out.”

Hunny studied what food remained. There were several more racks of ribs to be barbecued, a bowl of sauce to go with them, a few bowls of vegetables and a large one of potatoes. “I think Michael took the last batch out.”

“I’m just too tired to handle another pan.” She looked at Hunny. “You don’t think we’ll need them, do you?”

“I don’t think so, Mrs. Cooke. I believe the guests are more interested in dessert at this point.”

“True, but at least half the men out there will get their second wind and want more. They always do. By the way, call me Belle.”

She nodded. “And you can call me Hunny.” She smiled. “Michael said by the end of the barbecue everyone would be calling us by our first names.” A tingle went up her spine at the sound of his name. Good grief – perhaps she was more intrigued by him than she first thought.

“Michael Comfort?” Belle clarified. “Well, he’d be right. You might as well get used to it.” She studied Hunny a moment. “I see the two of you are already on a first-name basis.”

“Mr. Comfort and me? Well,” she hedged. “I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

Hunny shrugged and offered nothing more. She didn’t want the woman to think she and Michael had an eye for each other. He didn’t, of course, but she was definitely fighting to keep her eyes off him – and was losing the battle.

Sadie entered the kitchen through the back door. “My goodness, what a hungry bunch of people this year. Are there any more biscuits?”

Belle pinched the bridge of her nose. “I knew I’d have to make another batch. I wonder where Aunt Irene is?”

Sadie laughed. “I don’t think you made a single panful. She did them all.”

Belle grinned sheepishly. “I know. But her biscuits are so much better than mine.”

Hunny listened with fascination to their banter. It was nothing important, but it was peaceful, their voices void of angst or nerves. There was no Aunt Henrietta hovering, criticizing, belittling and making their lives miserable.

She headed for the back door, Georgie and Rosie suddenly on her mind. Were they still with Darcy and Zachary?

“Where are you going?” Sadie asked as she reached for a pan. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to whip up biscuits, would you?” She gave Belle a pointed look. Belle rolled her eyes in response.

“I’m not very good at it. Rosie’s the cook in our family, and a good one too.”

Belle’s eyes lit up. “Is she?”

Sadie put her hand on her hip.

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