Hattie was in the kitchen, stacking dishes from the dishwasher into the cabinets and hanging coffee mugs from the hooks under those same cabinets. At the knock she stopped, not quite sure she'd heard something and then heard Cam's voice.
She smiled and then leaned back far enough to see him as he walked inside. She set the plate she was holding down and dusted her hands off as she walked around the marble island in the middle of the kitchen toward the foyer.
"Honey? Really?" She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I can see that a wicked tornado hasn't changed you in the slightest. Must be the Kansas in you." Just seeing him standing there made her feel conflicted in so many ways. "God, I'm glad to see you."
Unable to hold back, she threw her arms around his neck.