I smile. “Very much so.”
His grin is blinding. “Good. So am I.”
“Me too,” Gus adds happily.
I take a quick but thorough shower and change into a pair of bicycle shorts and a tank top.
I realize now, in the light of day, how much of a mess I left the kitchen yesterday. Grannie would have a conniption if she saw this mess.
“We’ll clean this,” Gus says as I gather up the recipe cards. “We’d planned on it, anyway.”
I hear his words, but something on the card—the pecan pie card—catches my attention. Something written in Grannie’s neat cursive.
Bake at 3505 degrees.
“Three hundred and fifty… oh five?” I mutter to myself, bringing the card closer to my face to look at it better.
“What’s that?” Gus asks.
“Three-five-oh-five. That doesn’t make sense.”
Gus comes closer, looking over my shoulder.
“Maybe she wrote it wrong.”
“No way.” I shake my head. “Grannie was very particular about her recipe cards. She knew she wanted to pass them down to me, so she made sure they were right. They are perfect. Well-written, clean, and—”
I gasp and whirl around to look at Gus.
“What?” he says.
“What’s wrong?” Rhett asks, getting up from the table.
I shove past Gus, Grannie’s recipe card clutched in my hand, and rush for the stairs—right into her bedroom.
I burst through the door, almost falling onto the bed because I’m moving so fast. I get to the closet.
“What is going on?” someone says behind me. I don’t know who. I can’t focus. All I can do is push the buttons carefully, entering the digits on the card.
Three.
Five.
Zero.
Five.
The door pops open.
All the air leaves my lungs.
“Holy cow,” Gus mutters.
I pull the door open the rest of the way, and finally… we have what we need.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Daisy
