Two Truths and a Marriage (The Rory Brothers, #1)

by Nicole Snow

Same awards plastered to the wall. Newspapers and cards and bronze plaques proclaiming some version of best in Kansas City! for more years than I can count.

ew this takes place in KANSAS CITY are we in Missouri or kansas that’s the real question

“Okay, team,” I say, turning to the two laughing teenagers behind me with my best boss face. “We have two hours to buckle down and get this done. And the man said extra sweet for—everything, I guess. I’m calling in backup. No matter what happens, we are not screwing this up.”

no way you’re making eclairs and cakes in 2 hours, like you gotta frost them and wait for it to cool, even GBBO gives more time UNREALISTIC

“So, what? You think no one should ever be allowed a little sugar?” I ask flatly. “In any sane world, it’d be a controlled substance enforced by DEA troopers. If I were dictator for a day, I’d ban the shit entirely.”

omg chill down 😭 someone needs a little sweet treat to pick him up

Now I’ll have to work with that awful woman again and tell her we need more of her baking. After telling her how much I loathe sugar and making it clear this was a one-time bit of insanity.

is this going to be a “sugar killed my grandma” incident

“Nah, I like animals. They’re easier than people,” he tells me as my traitorous feline forgets his usual stranger-danger ways and plows his little face into Dexter’s hand with brisk snorts.

ok autistic king

His lips slam into mine with a groan erupting from his depths. I’m toasting a human volcano and it’s as delirious as it sounds. I can’t feel my legs anymore as he lifts me up, the better to taste me, melting me down in his arms for a heavenly second. Then he jerks back like I’m electrified, his eyes flicking to mine, stormy and troubled. “Junie, you can’t do that shit.” He’s snarling when he releases my arm and veers away, cursing under his breath.

dude you’re the one who kissed her 😭

When did I get this pathetic? Good God.

I’m asking myself the same thing

I glance back at my vehicle, ever alert for break-ins. The crime report for this area says auto thefts happen regularly around here. My blood heats.

he’s such a pussy MAN UP

The last time I came here, I was so worked up on Patton’s shit, I never noticed the damp spots or the black mold on the walls. Or the broken glass scattered across one flight of stairs. Shit, how is this girl still alive?

“damn girl you live like this” 😭

It’s definitely not my favorite. The intense, bitter chocolate and strong espresso feels like an assault on my tongue. But I didn’t make this beauty for me—I made it for sugar hating supergrumps like the maniac holding me. It won’t be a bestseller if I even bother to make it available by special order, but I’m not out to make a new hit.

are we ever going to find out why he hates sugar or is it just an ed?

There’s some kind of small metallic disk at the base of the cupcake. A metal plate stamped with a number. Bingo. I rip open the rest of the cupcakes and find more, all stuffed into the bases. Sweat beads on my brow. I don’t know what I’m looking at, not yet. I just know these cupcakes were never meant to be eaten. The small discs sit in my palm, sticky and menacing as tiny knives.

Is he using desserts for smuggling 😭 CRAZY WORK

Will he wander through the empty house calling my name? Or will the deafening silence be enough to tell him I’m gone forever. And good riddance.

straight people are so annoying

“This is good.” I gesture to the stew with my spoon. “Barbacoa and chickpea?” “And lobster.” Nana never does anything by the rules—especially when it comes to food. “I know how much you like seafood.”

that sounds terrible stick to baking pookie