Lily’s mouth dropped open. Of all the things that Holly could have said, this was the farthest thing from Lily’s mind. She stared at Holly for several long seconds before she finally found her tongue.
“What on earth for?”
Holly sighed, let go of Lily’s hands, and then settled on the couch. Lily took a seat next to her, tucking one leg underneath her and rotating so they faced each other.
“It’s been a running family joke for years that I can’t cook and that my husbands have always provided the meals for our family—which is totally true, mind you. It’s never bothered me, but this year … This Christmas I’d like to put the food on the table for my family and know that I made it. I want this year to be special. So much has changed in our family in a short amount of time, and for the first time in a long time we’re all going to be together. Last year, Max and Callie spent Christmas overseas. But this year all my babies will be at home where they belong. ”
Lily leaned over to put her arm around Holly. She squeezed and then smiled. “Of course I’ll help. When I’m done, you’ll be able to prepare the best holiday meal the Colters have ever tasted. ”
Holly beamed and then threw her arms around Lily, hugging her tight. “I knew I could count on you. Now, where do we start?”
Holly’s bright enthusiasm was a balm to Lily’s soul. Some of her fear and melancholy lifted away as she focused on a way to make her mother-in-law happy.
“Well, it depends on what you’d like to serve. Are we going traditional with a bird, dressing, and the fixings? Or do you want to go for wow factor?”
Holly pulled away, a pensive frown on her face. “I kind of like wow, but maybe that’s too much to expect in such a short amount of time. ”
“Oh, I don’t know. What if we did something creole?”
“Oh yum. There’s a Cajun restaurant in Denver that I love. The husbands take me there when we’re in the city. ”
“Hmm, okay. How does a pan-seared catfish fillet covered with crawfish étouffée sound?”
“Like my mouth is watering!”
Lily grinned. Holly’s excitement was infectious. “For starters, we could do a lobster bisque and crawfish-stuffed shrimp. I have an awesome recipe for homemade rolls that won’t take any time in the bread machine. Then we’ll have the fish and étouffée as the main course. For dessert, I’m thinking caramel Heath bar pie. ”
“Has anyone ever told you what a culinary genius you are? Dillon has always been the master chef in the family but you, my dear, he can’t hold a candle to. ”
“Oh, I love it when you stroke my ego. I’ll love getting to take credit for getting Mama Colter to create a perfect meal. Dillon will be bitter forever. He keeps swearing he’s going to get you into the kitchen. ”
Holly snorted. “Dillon and I would never make it together. I’d murder my own child before it was over with. ”
Lily rose. “Well then, let’s go shopping. We have groceries to buy and a kitchen to mess up. We’re on a tight timeline here. We only have until the guys get home from work, and if they catch us in the kitchen or see the kitchen in a mess, they’ll want to know what on earth we’re up to. ”
Holly shot to her feet, an excited smile lighting up her face. “Thank you, Lily. I can’t wait!”
“You’ll have to find a way to get over here every day until we get this right,” Lily cautioned. “You’ll have to think of something to say to the dads so they don’t get suspicious. ”
“Oh, I’ll handle them,” Holly said airily, mischief sparkling in her eyes. “Tomorrow is Saturday so I’ll come over in the morning and make the boys go over to their fathers’. ”
CALLIE stirred, tried to swallow, and grimaced. She opened her eyes to see Max staring intently down at her, his lips set in a fine line.
“Your throat hurting worse?”
She nodded. “Need something to drink. ”
He leaned forward, holding her tightly so she didn’t slide from his lap, and retrieved the glass of water sitting on the coffee table.
She drank greedily, trying not to flinch at the discomfort it caused her throat. Her fever had broken and she was damp with sweat. Where before she’d been freezing and sure she’d never get warm again, now she was hot, aching, and twitchy all over.
When she was done drinking, she lay limply on Max’s chest, her eyes closed in exhaustion. It was ridiculous really. There was no reason for her to feel so weak, but she couldn’t do battle with a kitten at the moment.
The doorbell rang and she groaned, but Max simply lifted her to the side and settled her among the pillows. As if he was expecting someone. She glanced up, her suspicions confirmed when Max opened the door and Dr. Burton came in, shaking snow from his hat before Max took it and his coat from him.
She huffed in exasperation as Max and the doctor returned to the couch. “Max, really. This was so unnecessary. I can’t believe you made Dr. Burton come all this way. What about his patients?”
“You are my patient, missy,” Dr. Burton said in reprimand. “You should have come to see me first thing this morning instead of crawling home to suffer alone. ”
Callie allowed him to poke and prod at her. He looked at her throat, made several noncommittal noises, and then took out his cell phone.
“Looks like strep to me. Of course, I can’t do a test here, but that throat looks bad and, regardless, you need an antibiotic, so we’re going on the assumption you have strep. Start the antibiotics immediately and by tomorrow afternoon you should start feeling better. ”
While Dr. Burton phoned in the prescriptions, Max left the room for a moment. Callie snuggled back into the pillows, already feeling the chill returning. A few minutes later, Max came back and spoke to Dr. Burton briefly before showing the other man out.
The next thing Callie knew, Max was back, holding more ibuprofen in his hand.
“Take these, dolcezza. Your fever is returning. ”
She swallowed them down and then sighed in contentment when he sat beside her and pulled her back into his arms.
Then she frowned. “How am I supposed to get the antibiotics?” Obviously Max would have to go into town to get the prescription filled, but the selfish part of her whined at the idea of him leaving.
“I called your mother. Well, actually I called your dads first and they said your mom was in town with Lily, so I then called your mom and asked her to pick up your medicine on her way back. She’ll be by in a little while to see you. ”
“Mom’s awesome,” Callie croaked out.
Max smiled tenderly down at her. “Moms are the very best when you’re sick. ”
She wasn’t so absorbed in her own misery that she’d forgotten Lauren. She’d thought of her all afternoon. Lauren was sweet and shy, so different from Max’s dominating personality. It sickened Callie that Lauren had been abused by some asshole she’d trusted.
“Max?”
He swept his hand over her hair, smoothing it from her forehead so he could see her eyes.
“I know you wanted to give Lauren time, but I really think we should go get her. ”
“You’re sick, Callie. I don’t think you should be going anywhere. ”