Promise Me This (Wilder Family #3)

My mom was in heaven. The house was loud, full of people and noise—even if half the table was full of football players not currently related to her—and she was able to feed all of them. The sheer breadth of food they put away was astounding, and she took that challenge to heart.

Even though it was a weeknight, she’d prepared a full Sunday dinner—tender roast in her mom’s gravy recipe, cheesy mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables with perfectly charred edges dripping in butter and seasoning, and some warm, crusty rolls that had Parker’s teammate Jamari hoarding the basket on his lap.

“Wilder, I would look like an O-lineman if I ate this food all the time,” he said, wolfing down another roll from the basket hidden underneath the table. “It’s incredible, Mrs. Wilder.”

Sheila waved it off. “Thank you, Jamari. I love feeding my family, so you’re welcome anytime, honey.”