Contents ( 54)
- Recipe for Love
- ANNE MALCOM
- Contents
- Foreword
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- ROWAN
- NORA
- Chapter Four
- ROWAN
- Chapter Five
- NORA
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- ROWAN
- NORA
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- ROWAN
- NORA
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- RECIPE: PISTACHIO PINWHEELS
- ROWAN
- NORA
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- ROWAN
- Epilogue
- FOUR MONTHS LATER
- NORA
- Recipes
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Anne Malcom
- THE SONS OF TEMPLAR
- THE SONS OF TEMPLAR - NEW MEXICO
- UNQUIET MIND
- GREENSTONE SECURITY
- THE VEIN CHRONICLES
- RETIRED SINNERS
- THE KLUTCH DUET
- STANDALONES
I felt a sliver of nervousness then, my only other experience of meeting a boyfriend’s family cold and terrible.
But I didn’t have long to worry about the temperature of the Derrick family because my door opened.
“You’re here!” a woman exclaimed, grasping my hand and pulling me out of the car.
I was engulfed in her embrace the second I was out.
She smelled of vanilla and expensive perfume.
“Well, you’re beautiful,” she declared, holding me at arm’s length.
I guessed the woman was Rowan’s mother since she had the same ice-blue eyes and dark brown hair. Hers was longer, brushing her shoulders, framing a lovely face, delicately lined from the years of her life spent smiling, if the crinkles at the edges of her eyes were anything to go by.
She was small, only slightly taller than me and of a much slimmer build, wearing a white turtleneck and relaxed jeans, looking effortlessly put together, and stylish.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Derrick,” I replied, grateful my voice didn’t crack with nervousness.
“Oh, none of that Mrs. Derrick crap.” She waved her hand. “It’s Jill, or… Mom if you’d like. I won’t force it if it’s too odd for you.” She gave a wicked smile to Rowan who was rounding the car.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Mom. You’re gonna scare her away before she even gets in the front door,” Rowan grumbled, but a practiced ear heard the loving warmth in his tone.
She rolled her eyes good-naturedly in a gesture that seemed also practiced and loving before winking at me.
“Oh, as if I could scare her away.” She took her son into her arms, kissing his cheek. “Look at you,” she squeezed his cheeks.
I couldn’t stop grinning.
Maggie barked at Jill, obviously done with waiting patiently for her grandma’s attention.
Jill complied, turning to grab the dog by its face to kiss her nuzzle too. “And you, my dear, are even more irresistible.” She glanced up to me. “I bet it was love at first sight, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it was,” I answered without thinking. And I wasn’t looking at Jill or Maggie. I was looking at Rowan, making it clear what I was talking about.
My cheeks heated with a blush, from the charged silence that came after my words, and from the way that Rowan was looking at me that was totally inappropriate considering his mom was right there.
I cleared my throat, forcing my attention to Jill who was beaming at me. “Rowan told me that you said not to bring anything, but I’m insane and also think I’d probably explode if forced to attend any kind of gathering without bringing something,” I explained to her, planning on opening the back door of Rowan’s truck in order to get the bags of food I’d baked for the occasion.
But Rowan beat me to it.
I rolled my eyes and didn’t battle him as I had when I’d tried to bring them from my kitchen to the car earlier.