Chapter 94

When I opened it, Serge nudged me aside so he could carry a heavy-looking box of stuff down the hall. “It’s about damn time. We parked down the road so Woody wouldn’t see the truck.”

“Hello to you, too,” I said, smirking as he staggered to the kitchen, sweaty and huffing.

René snickered as he passed me, saying over his shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’ll sweeten his temper with some pastries he doesn’t know I brought.”

I grinned as I shut the door. My brother had a weak spot when it came to his boyfriend’s baking. René definitely knew the way to Serge’s stomach and heart. I left them to it and started on the steaks that I’d been marinating.

When the food was ready, René and Serge sat at the table with a bottle of water each, René feeding Serge a brownie while I headed out the front door to wait on Woody, who should be home any minute.