Chapter 31

“It’s probably because she thought the brownies would last at least a week,” I told Ricky.

He sighed. “She thought three guys wouldn’t eat them in a couple of hours? What’s she gonna do when her boys get bigger? Make them split a brownie?”

I exchanged a look with John, and we both burst out laughing this time.

“You laugh. But those kids are going to be hurting if she doesn’t figure out guys.”

We nodded in agreement and snickered.

As dinner was coming to an end, someone knocked on the front door. Ricky jumped up.

“She’s here! What do you think she brought us?”

“You mean brought me, right?”

He looked blankly at me.

John clapped me on the shoulder on his way to the front door. “You’re never going to convince him the goodies were ever all yours.”

I sighed. He was right. What was mine was now Ricky’s.

I gathered the plates and had made it into the kitchen by the time he opened the door.