The next day brought enough activity to keep Rose’s anxiety at bay. She helped bake cookies for Christmas Day, which really just meant she mixed ingredients and wasn’t allowed to do anything else. Apparently her inability in the kitchen had preceded her.
“Did you set the timer?” asked Megan. “I don’t want those to burn.”
“Yep. Twelve minutes exactly.”
“Why are the only people in the kitchen of the female persuasion?” mused Jubilee as she took a bite of a just-baked cookie.
“Because they’re lazy bums and I told them if they got near my baked goods I’d beat them with a spatula.” Megan handed Jubilee a bowl of dough and pointed her to a cookie sheet.
Considering Megan ran her own bakery, Rose couldn’t blame her for being territorial in the baking department. To be fair to the men, Caleb
