Chapter 16

Del stepped aside, and she dashed down the path to the driveway, almost colliding with the door of Del’s old Beemer. “Back seat!” he called after her, and watched as she opened the door with incredible tenacity and then wrestled the covered plate out.

“I won’t drop it!” she yelled back, before Del or Justin had time to give her any obviously unsolicited advice.

Del glanced at Justin, who looked from her to him right at the same exact moment. Del couldn’t read Justin’s expression, but the boy blushed lightly, or maybe it was a trick of the light. Either way, it was…charming.

“Go on, take that inside and pop it in the oven for five minutes. It should be still warm on the inside,” Del said, nodding to the lasagna.