Chapter 6"s**t!" Matt knocked pots and pans aside. Why had all his best chopping knives taken to hiding recently? He crashed through more utensils, knocking a pile of cutlery onto the floor with a deafening crash. "s**t, s**t, s**t!"
Chopping knives still nowhere to be found, Matt fought against the impulse to curse someone's name for hiding them. Someone in particular. The knives weren't the only things that had gone missing lately. Certain ingredients for the lunches, the washing-up liquid, his oven glove, and generally anything useful that Matt wanted to lay his hands on had mysteriously vanished.
Hell, even his phone had gone for a walk.
It didn't take a genius to figure out who it was. Sammy was obviously pissed off with him, and exacting his own brand of childish revenge as punish
