Authors: Susan Behon
“
Sophie, sweetheart,
you need to calm down. It's only a dinner, not a trip to the gallows. I promise, everyone will behave themselves. I can't exactly vouch for Keith, but he
is
housebroken.”
He thought he might get a smile out of her, but she sat poker stiff and stared out the passenger window.
Reed did the only thing he could think of to get her mind off her nerves. Once they hit a back road, he pulled the truck
over onto the gravel edge. He jammed the gearshift into park, unbuckled his seat belt, and kissed her.
He heard Sophie gasp when his lips met hers but she opened up when he delved into the sweetness of her mouth. Her rigid posture softened and her fingers slid through his hair as she responded with a kiss of her own. It was so consuming that Reed wanted to make love to her right here, right this
minute. The only thing that kept him in check was the damn cardboard box on her lap.
When he pulled away, Sophie slowly opened her eyes. “What was that for?”
Reed moved back into his seat, buckled up and got back on the road. “Are you still nervous?”
“
What?”
“
Exactly.” He grinned smugly then held her hand the rest of the way to his parents' house.
* * * *
Sophie didn't know what she expected,
but the greeting from Reed's dad was a welcome relief. He opened the door as soon as they reached the porch.
“
Come on in. Your mom is still putting some finishing touches on dinner.”
Jack led them to a tan loveseat next to a huge flat screen TV. Keith was avidly watching an MMA fight and didn't look up when they walked into the living room.
“
Turn that off, son. Sophie doesn't want to watch
all that blood and violence.”
“
No, really, that's okay. To tell the truth, it's about the only sport I watch. I love MMA. My friend Tracy and I watch the pay per view events once a month at my sister's bar and grill.”
Half-naked, buff, hot guys. What's not to love?
All three Sutton men looked confused and impressed at the same time.
With aplomb, Jack said, “Okay, then. If it's all right with
the lady, we'll keep it on.”
Keith stood up from the armchair to greet Sophie. “Hello there, Miss Sophie. Don't you look lovely tonight.”
She saw Reed glare at his brother.
He ignored Reed and gestured toward the box. “What do you have there?”
Jack stood next to Keith. “Pardon my manners, Sophie. You do look quite lovely and if you don't mind my asking, what
do
you have there?”
She'd almost
forgotten about the box in her hands. Sophie held it out so Reed's dad would take it. “These are some cookies that I baked for tonight. I made chocolate chip and some peanut butter since you seem to like those, Mr. Sutton.”
Reed's dad beamed with happiness and whispered, “I love your peanut butter cookies.” In a louder voice, he said, “Please, call me Jack.”
Reed kept his hand on the small of
her back as he led her to her seat. He sat closely next to her and held her hand. He didn't seem to have any problem with public displays of affection.
“
Dad, don't let Keith have those or there will be nothing left for the rest of us.”
Sophie thought Reed was kidding until she saw Jack set the cookies on the table farthest away from Keith.
His brother took his seat again but kept his gaze divided
between the fight on TV and the box of cookies.
Sophie had to smile at that. “What's your favorite kind of cookies, Keith?”
He answered, “Anything Mom doesn't…I mean any kind that you bake, Sophie. They're all good. If I had to pick though, I would say chocolate chip.”
Reed straightened. “Keith, don't you dare eat all of the chocolate chip cookies!”
Sophie was surprised by Reed's vehemence.
She gave his hand a little squeeze. “It's okay, really. There are plenty and I can always make more.”
Reed turned to Sophie. “You don't understand. He really will eat that entire box of cookies. He's a bottomless pit.”
She wasn't convinced until Jack agreed with him. “Reed's right. It's best if we try to fill him up with dinner before we let him anywhere near the dessert.”
Keith didn't look
amused so it must have been the truth.
Jack tucked the cookies a little further away and said, “I'm going to see if Dot needs me for anything. It should only be a few more minutes.”
When Jack left, Keith stood and headed for the cookies. “Sophie, is it okay if I only have one? Maybe two?” He smiled that Sutton grin and she was tempted to allow it.
It didn't have quite the effect Reed's had,
so as if talking to a child, she said, “You'll have to wait until after dinner.”
He sighed and sank dejectedly into his chair. “But I'm hungry.”
Reed had no sympathy. “Nothing new there.”
* * * *
Sophie was still anxious. Even after Reed's impromptu kiss in the truck and the kind welcome from his dad and brother, she was still worried about Dot's reception of her. She reminded herself that
Reed's mom couldn't say anything too snarky without everyone hearing.
Right?
Without realizing it, Sophie started drumming her fingers on her lap. Reed noticed and casually placed his hand over both of hers. She looked up in apology, but he smiled down at her and whispered, “It will be okay, I promise.”
A few moments later, Jack came back and announced that dinner was ready.
It really did smell
wonderful.
Dot came out and placed a huge baking dish on the table. It looked like enough to feed an army. Sophie loved lasagna and that was what appeared to be on tonight's menu.
Before they sat down, Dot went over to Sophie and put a hand on her arm. Sophie braced herself for anything, but all that was said was, “Hello, Sophie. I'm so glad you could join us for dinner. I hope you brought your
appetite because I made plenty.”
She almost looked sincere, but Sophie wasn't going to let her guard down quite yet. This was a complete 180 from the cold woman who came into her shop on Wednesday.
Pod person, maybe?
Reed looked a little surprised and a whole lot relieved.
Before Sophie sat at the table, she replied, “Thank you, Mrs. Sutton. It was so nice of you to invite me.”
Sophie noticed
that unlike Jack, Dot didn't invite her to call her by her first name.
So, Mrs. Sutton it was then.
The main part of dinner went fairly well. The food was delicious and the stories Jack told about fishing on the lake were hilarious. She didn't know someone could have that much fun catching a fish.
As Sophie was ready to let out a relieved breath, she hit the first snag of the evening. Dot offered
her more lasagna, but Sophie declined and said she was too full to eat a second helping. The portion on her plate was humongous enough as it was.
“
You aren't on some kind of diet, are you?” She eyed Sophie up and down. “No offense, but you could stand to put a little more meat on your bones. Most men don't like skinny girls.”
Reed seemed to like her just fine.
Sophie replied, “No, I'm not on
a diet. The lasagna was absolutely delicious. I just don't have any room left for more food.”
Reed gave her a commiserating smile since Dot had already tried to overfeed him too. That being the case, she chose to ignore the part about needing more meat on her bones.
After that, the questions kept coming. “How did you and Reed meet?”
“
We went to high school together, Mrs. Sutton.”
You know
that!
Dot looked thoughtful. “I don't remember Reed ever mentioning you before now. How did you get his attention this time?”
Reed answered for her and to her surprise said, “Actually, I wanted to date Sophie back in high school but I never quite got
her
attention.”
Wait. Was he serious?
He glanced over at Sophie and smiled. “As luck would have it, I ran into her again when you asked me to
pick up that cake for the cookout. I guess I need to thank you for that, Mom. I didn't even know Sophie still lived in Madison Falls.”
Dot didn't look as though she wanted to be thanked.
“
I see. I thought I knew everyone in town.” She narrowed her gaze at Sophie. “Who are your parents?”
“
My mom is Lucy and my father was Hal Brandon. He passed away a few years ago.”
Strange question considering
this was something else Dot already knew.
Jack politely responded, “I'm sorry for you loss, Sophie.”
Keith nodded and Reed searched for and held her hand under the table. Dot said nothing.
Sophie murmured her thanks and was grateful the conversation moved along. It never got any easier talking about her dad's death. The heart attack took him away so unexpectedly that it still didn't seem real
at times.
It didn't take long for Dot to make more inquiries.
“
What's your mother's maiden name? Is she from here?”
Did Dot have amnesia?
“
Yes, my mom grew up here. You might remember her as Lucy Murphy?”
Jack seemed to choke a little on his drink. “Lucy Murphy, did you say? Of course we know Lucy. We went to school together. I haven't seen her in years.” He looked pointedly at his wife.
“You remember Lucy, don't you, Dot?”
Jack turned his gaze to Sophie. “As a matter of fact, I never noticed until now, but you look quite a bit like her.”
Dot didn't confirm or deny any prior knowledge of Lucy. She only said, “Hmmm, I see.”
Sophie needed to talk to her mom ASAP to find out what the deal was there.
Reed changed the subject by asking Keith some questions concerning the next phase
of the Falls Condos Project. They talked shop for a little while. Jack added some input and Sophie listened to their conversation, learning the daily goings on of a construction company. It was all pretty intriguing, really.
During their discussion, Sophie watched Keith eat four servings of lasagna and half a loaf of garlic bread. She'd never seen someone eat so much in one sitting. Reed hadn't
been exaggerating; his brother really was a bottomless pit.
Keith either worked out nonstop or had an insanely fast metabolism.
All seemed to be running smoothly until Keith asked about the cookies again. He smiled beseechingly at her. “Okay, Sophie. I ate all my dinner like a good boy. May I please have dessert now?”
It seemed like an innocent enough question until Dot said, "I bought some cherry pie at the market today and I have ice cream too. Who would like some?”
A strange tension fell over the table as the men tried to navigate their way through what could be a sticky situation. Everyone knew that Sophie had brought dessert, including Dot.
Keith, seemingly unaware of any tension, was the
first to speak. “That sounds great, Mom, but I want some of Sophie's chocolate chip cookies first. I've been waiting all night to eat them.” He nodded to Jack. “She brought some peanut butter cookies too. I guess they're Dad's favorite?”
Sophie thought she could hear crickets chirping amid the quiet that descended in the dining room.
Dot glared at her and accusingly asked, “What would make you
think that Jack likes peanut butter cookies?”
She didn't quite understand why that would be a big deal, but answered the question.
“
He always eats them when he picks up the weekly cookie orders, so I guessed they were his favorite.” Sophie looked questioningly at Jack, who had his forehead propped on his hand. “What's wrong?”
She got her answer when Dot turned to her husband.
“
You never told
me that you ordered cookies from Sophie once a week, Jack. You always said you didn't even like cookies, so how is it that you have a favorite kind?”
Keith, thinking he was contributing to the conversation, said, “He didn't get them this week. Reed brought them in a day early. Man, the crew tore into those cookies like a pack of wild hyenas.”
He looked around the table, clueless as to why he
was met with nothing but silence. “What?”
Dot stared accusingly at Reed. “
You
bought the cookies from Thursday? I thought I told you to take them back to her? That wasn't your problem, Reed. You weren't even supposed to be there.”
Reed's mom clamped her lips shut when she realized what she'd just said.
It was Jack's turn to look confused. “Dottie, how did you know Reed had anything to do with
the cookies on Thursday? Did he tell you about the order mix-up?”
Her stomach twisted. She was positive now that Dot had planned the whole cookie fiasco. Sophie tried to remain calm but was tempted to leap over the table and strangle the bitch anyway.
Instead, she wiped her mouth with her napkin and rose from her seat. Gathering every ounce of ladylike finesse she could scrounge, Sophie said,
“Thank you so much for dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Sutton, but I'm afraid I can't stay for dessert. I have to get to the bakery early in the morning.”
Thankfully, her voice didn't crack when she said it. She looked down at Reed, who was staring at his mom like he'd never seen her before. “Reed?”
Before he could stand, Dot innocently said to Sophie, “Remember those cookies for the next meeting, Sophie.
I'd hate to have another mix-up.”
This was the point where Reed jumped up and ushered her out the door.
“
Thanks, for dinner. Keith, Dad, see you later.”
* * * *
Sophie managed to contain herself until Reed's truck pulled out of the driveway.
“
Your mom told you to just take the cookies back to me? Why? Why didn't you tell me?”
Reed pensively tapped his hand on the steering wheel. “I didn't
want to upset you more with what she said. Honestly, Sophie, it seemed off that Mom wasn't at all concerned with your predicament.”
“
She said that
you
weren't supposed to be there. That means she wanted
me
to be the one left holding the bag. You weren't supposed to buy them and bail me out.
Now
do you believe that she did it on purpose?”