He chuckled as I handed one slice to Alex and pushed the other plate over to Will. But Will shot out, slapping the plate and the pan, sending them both flying onto the floor. Every muscle in my body went rigid as they crashed and broke, the dessert splattered on the floor. I darted my eyes to his. “This isn’t Neverland,” he said, coming up to the island and glowering at me. “If it were, you wouldn’t be here. Grown-ups aren’t allowed.”
