Shaking her head, Joanne turned and walked back into the kitchen, unwilling to indulge Fiona's curiosity.
But Fiona was nothing if not persistent. "Come on… You can tell me…" she whined, trailing after her like a determined detective.
Joanne ignored her, busying herself with checking the oven. The scent of the slow-baking meatloaf filled the kitchen, warm and rich.
Fiona gagged suddenly.
Joanne turned just in time to see Fiona press a hand over her mouth, a queasy look on her face. Without another word, she hurried out of the kitchen.
Morning sickness must be hitting hard, Joanne thought with mild amusement.
Leaning back against the counter, she let out a slow breath, tilting her head up to the ceiling.
JD loved her meatloaf.
And…
He loved meatloaf.
Her heart clenched slightly.
He had told her that once. A simple thing, a passing comment. Oddly, she still remembered it. And every conversation they had that day.
But also…
