Chapter 158

"I'm home!" Hannah sang out.

"Back here."

She dumped her purse and went in search of her older sister.

Carolanne stood in the kitchen, the counters covered by the ingredients and equipment of her trade. The apron she wore read Your OPINION was not in the RECIPE. She tapped at the screen of the tablet mounted to one of the cabinets, making a notation about whatever recipe she was developing.

"What are you making?"

"Experimenting with some new cookies. I'm wanting something new to pair with the hot cocoa I'm serving this month."

Hannah reached for one of the many aprons her sister had on hand. This one read I bake because punching people is frowned upon. "I volunteer as tribute. Does this mean we're having cookies for dinner?"

Carolanne arched a brow. "Was it that kind of day?"

"No, it was actually a really good day. Mama Pearl loved the tree I decorated for the diner. And there was this guy."

The other brow went up. "A guy?"