Chapter EightSpencer
Spencer kissed Harley and dropped her off at work this morning, grabbed a coffee, and headed out to his parents’ place. He was curious to know what his mom had planned for the cake, and to see what he could do to help.
Upon pulling into the driveway, he had to park alongside a third vehicle in the driveway. What were Lily and Zane doing here?
“Hello? Ma?” he called, as he entered the house. He closed the door behind him and searched the floor, wondering why his cousin was here.
The aroma of something delicious wafted around him. Mom was baking; perfect timing.
“In here, dear,” his mother called from the kitchen.
His dad waved at him from his recliner. “Hey kiddo, did you bring your apron?”
“My what? Why?” Spencer asked, not hiding his confusion.
“Boy, your moth
