“I can take the chicken out.” Macie reached for the kitchen mitts she’d spotted earlier.

Heidi set her hands on her hips. “All right then, if you’re sure.”

The busier Macie was, the better. “Just tell me where to set the pan so I don’t burn your counter tops.”

Macie truly didn’t know how she endured the next fifteen minutes with Heidi’s continued conversation about her sons. By the time the potatoes were cooked, diced, and sprinkled with shredded cheese and fresh herbs, Rex had returned with Ruby.

“Mommy,” Ruby called, running into the house.

Macie barely had time to steady herself before her daughter flung her arms about her legs. Sweet relief filled her. A three-year-old was easy to deal with after Heidi Prosper. “Hi, baby, did you have fun on the pony?”

“I love him so much!”

Macie laughed and squeezed Ruby.

Next, Holt came into the kitchen, Barb hanging onto his arm as if she planned to possess the man if it was her dying wish. Was she going to hang on him throughout the entire dinner? It would sure make Macie’s first dinner with the Prosper family interesting.