“You should’ve put walnuts in them,” Rory said. I turned around, showing him the second pan, the surface dotted with fucking walnuts. Micah stopped eating, staring at the other pan with chocolate covering his mouth and teeth. He reached for it, but I pulled it away. “I need help with the chandelier first.” Rory hooded his eyes, but I could see the smile there, because he knew exactly what I was doing, and I won. If he wanted brownies with walnuts, then… He sighed. “Micah? Taylor? Help me out, please?” Their shoulders slumped, but they went, leaving the room with Rory and heading back to the
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