Curtis wanted to bolt back to the Coast Guard cruiser in spite of the enticing aroma in the kitchen. He sniffed. “Beef enchiladas?” He’d know that scent anywhere. “I thought I told you yesterday, Curtis.” A huge red apron covered Edith’s shorts and tank. She vigorously tossed the salad ingredients. “I like her.” He liked Amy too. That was the whole problem. His gaze landed on Raine, who was putting her doll in its little pink high chair. Well, that isn’t the whole problem. There were pictures that needed putting away, and he had to guard every word while she was here. It would be better to be gone. He pulled out his cell phone. “I think I’ll see if Josh wants to meet for pizza.” “He’s coming too. And Sara. Neither of them was about to turn down Mexican.” His gut churned. “Ede, this is not okay. You should have asked me before you did this.” A streak of red enchilada sauce marred her cheek when she turned and pointed her spoon at him. “You assured me when I first came that I was to treat this house as my own.
