"Looks great," Caden announced, bringing her from her reverie. "Let's eat."

As they ate, Jocelyn barely tasted the pot roast, even though it was one of her favorite meals.

"What are you thinking about?" Caden asked, studying her face.

"That's a favorite question of yours. Isn't it?"

He shrugged. "I guess it is around you."

Jocelyn thought for a moment. "I was just thinking that this pot roast reminds me of my mother's."

Caden reached across ...