“It’s pudding,” she says. His shocked expression causes her glare to intensify. “I’m making a trifle.” “That’s pudding? Might I recommend…” He walks into the pantry and reemerges with two Jell-O instant pudding mixes. “These?” “Kat’s right—you are an ass!” Jenna laughs as she yanks the boxes from his grasp, then shuts off the burner on the stove. Tanner walks past me and the moment our eyes meet, he shakes his head with wide eyes. “Don’t eat the trifle.”
