And her husband? Terrence had been there every step of the way, his love for his wife clear in the way he looked at her. And heâd made it funâcracking them all up as he showed Mimi how to debeard mussels.
âIâm starving.â Lee collapsed into a beach chair. âHavenât eaten all day.â
Mimi shot her a look over her shoulder. âGrab something from the cooler.â
âShe never eats,â Jo said.
âUh, you should talk,â Lee said right back.
Joâs eyes rounded, clearly ready to get into it with her daughter, but Terrence broke the tension when he burst out laughing. âShe got you there.â
âI donât even understand not eating,â Mimi said. âIâm Italian, and I eat like every meal is Thanksgiving.â
âBelieve me,â Lee said. âI eat.â
âIâll tell you why she doesnât eat,â Terrence said. âSheâs waiting for someone to make her something.â
âAre you serious?â Mimi asked.
Lee kicked up a little sand with her toes. âWhat? So I donât cook.â
âSpoiled, more like.â Terrence grinned at his wife. âHer mom made her breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day of her life.â
âHm, maybe
you
should be the one taking the cooking lessons,â Mimi said.
âForget it.â Lee tipped her head back, opening her mouth wide.
âWhat the hellâre you doing?â Jo said.
âIâm a baby bird, waiting for you to feed me.â
Jo leaned over, stuck a hand in the basket, and pulled out a baguette. She tore off the end and tossed it to her daughter. âThere. Youâre fed.â
âThanks, Ma.â Lee bit into the bread. âYum. What else you got?â
âSee for yourself.â Jo slid lower in the chair and closed her eyes.
Reaching into a straw basket, Lee hauled out plastic containers of hummus and sliced vegetables.
âLetâs get the food on here now,â Terrence said.
Jo pulled a clear plastic bag of Quahog clams out of a cooler. Her long, shaggy hair spilled forward, and she tried to whip it back with a toss of her head. While she took out a bag of mussels, Terrence made his way around the pit to stand behind her, gathering her hair into a ponytail. Jo flinched at his touch, and Terrence froze, hurt momentarily gripping his features.
Mimi looked away, hating to see the manâs touch rebuked. But then Lee pulled an elastic off her wrist and tossed it to her dad. He caught it in his huge palm and tied back his wifeâs hair. Smoothing a hand down the ponytail, Jo thanked him, then got up and brought the bags to the pit.
After spreading out the cheesecloth bundles of potatoes, onions, and carrots, they added another layer of seaweed.Then, the four of them spread out the shellfish, topping it with more kelp. Finished, they covered the pit with a tarp.
âShame we donât have corn on the cob,â Terrence said.
âWrong season.â Jo sat back in her chair. âBesides, weâre just showing her how to do it.â
âLooks good,â Terrence said in his grumbly voice.
âHey.â Gus came down the stairs, carrying his laptop. âSo, listen, I think I got the Zaranov Vodka account today.â His bare feet kicked out sand as he headed toward them.
âGood.â Terrenceâs big body landed in a beach chair.
âOh, yeah, itâs awesome.â Gus sounded frustrated. âMy first contract in months.â He wore his dark hair shorter than Calixâs but long enough that a lock fell across his eyes. No question he was as handsome as his older brother with those dark eyes and caramel-colored skin, but he didnât have the same intensity. He didnât smolder.
âGood thing weâre not looking for the income.â Terrence gave his son a hard look, and man, if heâd looked at her like that, sheâd have gotten the message to shut
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