Brett shook her hand. “Thank you for meeting with us.”
“You’re welcome. I look forward to welcoming him to my class.”
Morgan thanked her and followed her brother into the hall. Neither of them spoke until after stopping by the office and signing out.
“Well?” she asked while climbing into Brett’s sedan. “What do you think of Tristan’s teacher?”
“She seems competent and kind.”
“Agreed. Being in a small classroom setting will be a big change for Tristan.”
“It will. He’ll either thrive or struggle,” Brett said. “I’m going to think only positive thoughts and say that by this time next month he’ll never want to leave Easton Island.”
“Me too, Brett. Me too.”
Chapter 6
“Your rolling-into-the-New-Year, aka belated Christmas present, should be here soon.” Morgan slid the gift, wrapped in Santa paper dancing around a Christmas tree and holding hands with children, mesmerized by the twinkling lights, toward him. “This is part of it.”
“Is it fragile?” Wyatt lifted the box.
“Nope. Shake away.”
He gave it a firm shake. “It doesn’t rattle, and it’s lightweight.”
“Any guesses?”
“The Edge Pro Series heavy-duty zip lining gloves I’ve been wanting to buy.”
“Nope.” Her eyes twinkling with mischief, Morgan placed her hands behind her back and rocked onto her heels. “Not even close.”
“New sheets for my bed?”
She laughed out loud. “You need new sheets?”
“Yeah. Hmmm.” Wyatt set the gift on the counter. “I give up.”
“Then, I guess you’ll have to open it.” She began humming under her breath, anticipating the look on her boyfriend’s face while he tore the paper off the package.
He lifted the lid and removed the black apron, a caricature of Wyatt holding grilling tools and standing next to a charcoal grill. Below it read,Mr. Good Lookin’ is Cookin’in big, bold letters.
“You captured my inner chef-tise,” he joked. “I love it. Is this a subtle hint you want me to do more cooking?”
“You already do plenty of cooking for us.” Morgan plucked the apron from the box. “You’ll need to put this on.”
“So youdowant me to cook.”
“In a roundabout way,” she answered evasively. “Like I mentioned, this is only part of your gift.”
The front doorbell rang, and Morgan held up her finger. “He’s here.”
“Who’s here?”
“I’ll be right back.” She darted out of the kitchen, returning moments later with chef and local cooking channel host “Gusto from the Great Lakes” close behind.
Wyatt’s eyes widened. “Chef Gusto.”
“With a little persuading on my part…more like begging and bribing, I was able to book a private cooking lesson with him,” Morgan said.
