“It was in the storage part of the ottoman. Asher knew where it was.” “Awesome. Remind me to share your M&M’s with him in the morning.” She settled into her spot in the corner of the wicker sectional, glass of wine in hand. “Forget it. I already re-hid them.” “Inside the box of granola doesn’t count as hiding.” “Dammit,” she hissed, making me laugh.