“Give it to me now,” I hissed at Brooks, who’d snatched the bread and held it above his head. “Give me my bread.” His chest shook with laughter, tears sliding down his cheeks. “No, it’s mine. I love it and want it all.” “See, there you go with that nonsense again.” Nolan pulled out a chair and leaned back, watching the chaos he’d created. “You’re the one who kept having her bake you loaves because you’re so damn in love with her—and Levi and I had to suffer the brunt of it. I mean, you get the girl. What do we get?”
Hahaha!
