When she pictured domestic life in the pack house, she did not foresee going toe to toe with Everett while he looked like cartoon smoke should be dissipating from his ears. Over cookies. “I don’t get what the problem is!” Juno stuck a finger into the batter and scooped up a little dollop and popped it in her mouth. “Tastes pretty good to me.” The cartoon smoke was now accompanied by lightning bolts around his head. “Don’t eat raw egg!”
