Kit’s face came into focus as her concerned voice penetrated his thoughts. He glanced at the curious faces surrounding him. “I’m fine,” he reassured. “I was just thinking how long it’s been since I’ve eaten a holiday meal in this house.” Compassion shone in Kit’s eyes. “I’m sure this house holds quite a few memories for you.” “Some, but I spent most of my time staying with other folks. With my father gone so much…” He shrugged. Her gentle hand covered his. “You’re welcome here anytime, Jake.” Kit’s heartfelt offer brought a stab of self-reproach. After everyone had eaten their fill, Kit supervised clearing the table and getting the leftovers packed away. “I’ll help wash the dishes,” Jake volunteered. Kit shook her head. “Thanks, but I’ll take care of those later. We’ve got something much more fun to do.” As Jake stared at Kit in puzzlement, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the kitchen. “Come on, before Johnny finds all the eggs.”
