“Rude.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “I thought we were besties.” “We are,” she said, “but I can’t cook, or eat what you cook, and those are your top two hobbies.” “We do have a surplus of croquembouche.” He sounded sheepish. “I made a fort.” Uncertain I heard him right but afraid I had, I asked anyway, “You made a croquembouche…fort?”
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