As I stepped into Aiden's room, he flashed me a wide, mischievous grin. "Badoodoos," I blurted out, the silly word slipping from my lips.
Aiden's face lit up instantly, and he sprang from his bed with an energy that was contagious. He darted to his closet, rummaging around until he emerged with a box. With a flourish, he brought it back to the bed and cracked it open, fishing out a smaller box and handing it to me.
"Here you go," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Once you're done with this, let me know so I can give you the next letter."
Curiosity gnawed at me. "How did all of this start?" I asked. "Why did you choose the word 'Badoodoos'? How did you get all this stuff? And what's the deal with you and Blake being partners in crime?"
Aiden waggled his eyebrows in that play
