Eleven
“Lord almighty, that was incredible,” Hope purred. “I think it was even more amazing than when your mom makes it at the chowder house.”
“Well, yeah,” Owen said. He picked through the sauce to make sure no one had missed any clams that had fallen out of their shells. Disappointingly, there wasn’t a single one left. “This is the recipe. To make this in the restaurant, Mom had to make a couple changes, and it’s good but not as good as the original.”
“Your mom is one amazing cook,” Gideon remarked, knitting his hands behind his head and stretching for a moment before he pushed to his feet. “All right, Liam, you and I are on dish duty since Hope and Owen cooked.”
Habitually, Owen rose to help Hope’s cousin and nephew clear the table, but Gideon shook his head.
“Oh, no you don’t. Lia
