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Chapters (32)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Vanilla Crisps
  29. COMING SUMMER 2023
  30. Acknowledgments
  31. Discover More
  32. About the Author

The corner of his mouth inched up in a smile. “You’re welcome.” He set the basket down to spread out the blanket, then gestured for her to sit.

Serenity leaned over to look in the basket as he opened it. “I know I don’t smell fried chicken.”

“Yes, you do.” Gabriel waved the container past her nose.

Her stomach grumbled in response. “Did you get that from Ms. Ida’s?” She’d had the chicken there a few times and it was some of the best she had eaten.

“Not this time,” he said with a little laugh. “I wanted to make up for the whole candied yams thing, so I cooked this time—everything except the rolls.”

He’d said he could cook, but after the last time, she was a little nervous about trying his food. If it didn’t taste good, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, especially since he’d gone through all the trouble to make the picnic special. “Um…you weren’t lying about being able to cook, were you?”

He laughed harder. “I promise I can cook. I’m still perfecting some dishes, but I went with a menu that I’m comfortable with.”

“Okay,” she said, still somewhat skeptical. “What are we having with it?”

“Potato salad and corn on the cob.” He unearthed the rest of the food, plates, utensils, and drinks.

Serenity held up a hand. “Wait a minute. Now, you know it’s bad enough to mess up picnic staples like fried chicken, but it is downright sacrilegious to screw up the potato salad. What’s the first thing everybody asks when they go to a picnic?”

“Who made the potato salad? I know.” Gabriel leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. “Do you want to fix yours first, or should I while you’re still deciding?”

“No, no, I’ll go first.” He watched her, seemingly amused as opposed to being upset, as she selected a wing, an ear of corn, a small scoop of potato salad, and a roll. She loved these particular rolls, so if nothing else, she could fill up on bread.

In contrast, he packed his plate with two pieces of chicken and a mound of potato salad. “I have bottles of iced tea and lemonade.”

“The lemonade, please.”

He opened the bottle and handed it to her, along with a napkin and a fork.