Chapter 3There were butterflies in Wyatt’s belly as he packed the cookies into large containers, and from there into his backpack. He’d made three big batches: oatmeal for Justin, and white chocolate and macadamia, and chocolate chip. It was a lot of cookies, but Wyatt knew that any leftovers would be taken home for people’s families. And okay, it was still a little excessive, but Wyatt couldn’t stop thinking about the bad boy who was starting work today. How lame would it be to turn up with cookies just to try to impress the guy? It would be pretty lame, which was why Wyatt was glad nobody would guess that was what he was doing. He turned up with something for Justin and the workers at least once a week, so it wouldn’t look too suspicious at all.
The walk to the greenhouses was only a sh
