Wild One (Summer Rush #5) by Cheryl Douglas

Author:Cheryl Douglas [Douglas, Cheryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cheryl Douglas

Chapter Ten

Marika loved Dec’s family, just as she knew she would. She’d heard so many wonderful things about them, she felt as though she already knew them. But she’d have to wait until dinner to meet his brothers-in-law, nieces, and nephews. Apparently the kids were busy with sports and their dads had agreed to take them so there would be a proper welcoming committee to greet her and Dec.

She was in the kitchen, helping Dec’s mom bake the desserts for dinner, while Dec was in the living room with his sisters, catching up.

“So you’re from Toronto?” his mother asked, popping a cherry pie in the oven.

“Actually, I was born here,” she said, smiling at her surprise. “In Norfolk, actually. Dec and I plan to pass by there before we leave.”

Marika was slicing a rolled pastry his mother had showed her how to make with leftover pie crust. It was filled with peanut butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon and was apparently Dec’s favorite.

“You’re kidding?” She wiped her hands on a dish towel before going to the fridge to retrieve a bag of apples for her next dessert—apple crumble.

That just happened to be Marika’s favorite, but she knew making it now wasn’t a coincidence. Dec had been raving about his mother’s apple crumble since Marika ordered her favorite dessert in a restaurant one night. She thought it was sweet he’d passed that bit of intel on to his mother.

“No, ma’am. Born and bred here,” Marika said. “We didn’t move to Toronto until about thirteen years ago. My mother had to take care of my sick grandmother.”

“Your family is close?” she asked, washing apples before slicing them into a large stainless steel bowl.

“We are. There’s just me, my mom, dad, brother, and sister-in-law, and their kids. We don’t see too much of my extended family anymore.” She set the pastries on a cookie sheet and arranged them with an inch between them so they could spread. Her mom had taught her to bake when Marika was a little girl. It was one of the many things she hadn’t had time for since she made the decision to pursue medicine.

Dec’s mother nodded as she mixed the apples with a flour-and-sugar mixture, coating them. “Dec tells us you’re a pediatrician. That must be rewarding.”

“It is.” Marika smiled as she popped the tray in the oven alongside the pie. His mother had told her they would only take fifteen minutes to bake, so she set the timer on her phone, since the oven timer was already in use. “I’m lucky. I get to do what I love for a living. I know not everyone can say that.”

“Dec says that all the time when someone comments on how grueling his season must be: spring training, a hundred sixty games, plus post-season if they’re lucky enough to get that far.” She swiped the back of her hand over her forehead. “I get tired just thinking about it, but he swears it’s so much fun it doesn’t even feel like work.

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