Chapter Thirteen
Jamey leaned into the oven and pulled out her latest batch of scones. The sound of hammering drifted through the open window. Brodie and his young half-brother, Simon, had been working on a project out back for the better part of the week. It looked like it could be a fancy chicken coop, but they refused to tell her. Even after bribes of her kitchen sink cookies.
She pulled apart one of the steaming scones, trying not to burn her fingers, too impatient to wait until they’d cooled. The last batch, and several before, had been abject failures. She’d tried them out on Brodie, who’d been very polite, but she could see in his eyes that he was swallowing his thoughts along with the dried out, crumbly dough.
She popped a piece in her mouth. The flavor was right, but it was a l
