Deal with the Deviled Eggs
Chapter 1
“What’s the deal with the deviled eggs?”
Kiko looked up from the sink at Dom’s words, unable to hold back a frown. He was elbow-deep in suds, scrubbing a pot that was too big to fit in the dishwasher, and the kitchen was a mess. Dom peered around at the cluttered counters, the bits of boiled egg and shell crumbs, the hideous trays of deviled eggs sitting in the breakfast nook.
“Not mine,” said Kiko and turned back to what he was doing. He knew he shouldn’t be so short with Dom—the mess specifically wasn’t his fault—but Kiko could not help blaming him just a little for it. It didn’t help that he was tired, it was late on a Friday night, and he had a big day planned at Yolks on You, his niche store, in the morning.
“I’ll help,” said Dom, pulling a di
