CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
”Jossy, what are you doing in there? Are you making a five-course meal?” joked Pete from the living room.
Jocelyn wasn’t making five courses, but she might’ve gone overboard in cooking for herself and her dad tonight. The meal included slow-roasted chicken, fingerling potatoes, and asparagus with a lemon-almond pesto. She’d even garnished their plates with roasted lemon slices that she knew her dad would never eat. Oh, and some brioche rolls; she’d made the dough the night before so it could proof overnight.
When she gave him his plate, his eyes widened appreciatively. “Quite a spread! Can’t wait to taste everything.”
If Jocelyn had made all of this food just to avoid having to talk about how her life was in shambles, she wasn’t about to admit it. Then again, things
