“You made biscuits and gravy?” she gasps, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. “This was Mom’s favorite.” I expect her to get emotional, but she just grins, more nostalgic than upset. “I might’ve grown up in Washington, but the mouth of the south here taught us a few secrets.” I wink, pointing at Kade. “It’s her recipe, Say.” He looks up, giving her a sad smile.
