“I eat everything.” Hans’s rough voice fills the room. I have to stop my eyes from rolling back. I eat everything. Jesus take the wheel. “Good.” Mom’s face lights up. “Cassie’s father is the same way.” She smiles over at Dad, who is placing a pitcher of orange juice and a carafe of coffee on the table. “That’s how I first caught his attention. With my cookies.” Hans makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a snort. “Not true.” Dad grins. “It was the way you filled out the seat of your pants.”
