Max opened the door when I knocked, and I held out the bag. “Treats.”
His eye lit up. “We like you. You’re forever welcome on Bachelorette night.” He stepped back and gestured for me to come in.
“Is that Hannah?” Div called from the kitchen.
I slipped my shoes off and placed them in the closet. “Yes.”
“Does she want a glass of wine?”
“She does,” I replied, following Max into a pristinely clean kitchen.
Avery sat at the counter, pouring red wine into four glasses, while Div arranged gummy bears on a plate. He caught sight of the bakery bag and gave me a flat look.
“Veena’s?”
“Where else?”
He approached the bag like there was a wild animal inside, peeked in, before closing his eyes and inhaling. The moan he let out made all of us uncomfortable.
“Div, are you okay?” Avery asked, lau
