“Oh god.” Her mother’s voice came through the door, muffled. “Make it stop.”

Addison cracked the door open to find her mom sitting up at the edge of her bed, head in her hands. She glanced at Addison between the gaps in her fingers.

“Clem sent me with your hangover tea,” Addison said.

“Bless you,” Irene said. “Would you put some water on to boil?”

“Already did,” Addison said.

“You are a goddess,” Irene said.

“Kaden is in our kitchen,” Addison said.

A smile flitted across her mother’s face as she pulled on her overalls. “Neither of us had our cars last night after… everything.”

Addison did her best to keep from grinning. It had been a long time since she’d seen her mother this happy, and she was thrilled, even if she was still mad at her. Irene followed her down the hallway to where Kaden already stood drinking tea in the kitchen. Her mom stepped up to him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist. She stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“So, this is a thing, then?” Addison asked.

Irene and Kaden shared a look. Irene arched an eyebrow and he laughed.

“Definitely a thing,” he said.

Addison pushed a mug into her mother’s hands. She took a sip and let out a long sigh.

Kaden did the same and said, “This tea is delicious.”

“Of course it is,” Irene said.

“You’ll quickly learn my mom expects praise for all of her teas,” Addison said.

“Well-deserved praise,” Irene said.

“Chamomile?” Kaden asked.

“And rose and ginger,” Addison said. “A little bergamot.”

Her mother beamed. Addison wanted to soak up that small bit of her mother’s approval, but then she reminded herself that even if Clem claimed Irene had gotten on Maura’s case about everything, it was still Irene who’d pointed the finger at Addison.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, at the funeral,” Irene said.

“You reading my aura?”

The Haywoods had an unspoken rule: you may not attempt to read another Haywood’s emotional state without permission. None of them followed it.

“Maybe,” Irene said. “The point is, I’m sorry.”

“Then you can make it up to me by accepting an invitation from Sylvia Bonner to the founders’ dinner tomorrow night.”

Her mother coughed, almost choking on her tea. “Excuse me?”

“She wants to apologize. Also, I saw rosemary and corn in my leaves again this morning.”

Her mom opened her mouth, and Addison saw the doubt in her aura.

“You owe me,” Addison said. “After yesterday.”

“Maybe this will be good,” Kaden said to Irene. “If we’re going to… keep this up,” he coughed, “we could at least try to repair some of what’s happened between our families.”

Irene crossed her arms. “There is no repairing what your brother did to me.”

“I meant between our mothers.”