Chapter 3
Jacksonville, FL
MICKEY HURRIED HOME from work that evening wondering why he hadn’t heard from Chris. He’d been tied up in meetings most of the day and hadn’t found a free minute to call home. He was surprised when he walked through the backdoor and heard childish laughter coming from the kitchen.
“Way to go, Teddy,” Chris said when the laughter subsided. “Wait a minute, I think I heard the backdoor close. Mickey, is that you?”
“Who else would it be?” Mickey said. He stepped into the kitchen and did a double take. “What’s going on?”
“Teddy’s been helping me with dinner,” Chris said.
“It looks like somebody threw flour all over the place.”
“It does, doesn’t it? We had a little accident just now.”
“You’re surprisingly calm, given that your almost new gourmet kitchen is in s
