CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“WINSTON, SIT YOUR a*s down.” Lisa giggled, slipping on oven mitts. “I said you’re not bothering me. Don’t be silly.”
He sat on the stool by the kitchen counter, nostrils perking up at the aroma of chocolate and caramel. “What are you making?”
“Chocolate caramel brownies.” She got the tray out the oven and set it on the stove.
Winston hopped from the stool. “O.M.G.”
Lisa laughed. “Not every day a grown man speaks in teenage girl text speech.”
“Ooh. I’m definitely staying now.”
“Wait until I cut into them.” Lisa got the knife. “I love brownies when they’re so hot they’re falling apart.”
“You too?” Winston salivated. “I used to toss my mom out the way like a linebacker and snatch the brownies before she got them out the oven.”
They laughed.
Lisa cut the brownie i
