We arrived at his father’s house an hour later. Mr. Cross greeted us at the door with an actual smile, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if Asher had fainted from the shock. Inside, everything was neat and smelled clean. There wasn’t a single unwashed glass in the sink.
We sat down in the kitchen, and Mr. Cross had put out coffee, orange juice, and a plate of cookies for us. Chocolate chip, if my eyes didn’t deceive me.
“I’m happy to see you,” he said.
I almost fainted right along with Asher. Who was this man, and what had he done with His Royal Grumpiness?
“How’s your food supply?” I asked. “Running low?”
Mr. Cross squirmed on his chair. “Yup.”
“I’ll make you some more.”
“You don’t have to,” he protested.
“I want to.”
Mr. Cross nodded, and I was happy I didn’t have to fight him
