Scarlett caught the scent of cinnamon and yeast as she knocked on Adele’s door. “Adele,” she called through the wood. “Can I come in?”
A moment later, the door opened two inches to reveal a sliver of her best friend’s face. “No. I’m busy.”
“Busy?” Scarlett stretched up on her tiptoes to try to see over Adele’s head. “Did you make cinnamon rolls?”
Adele opened the door further and squeezed out onto the porch with Scarlett. “I don’t want to talk about it. You said I’d have my privacy out here.”
“From cinnamon rolls?” Scarlett looked down at Adele. “You’re acting really weird. Secret baking and what was with all that glaring at Carson the other day?” In fact, Adele had made herself very scarce around the homestead since then too. “And you still won’t tell me what you’re plotting with the
