Against his own policy Kiko kept his phone on him after that. He couldn’t seem to shake the worry after two more explosions; they were definitely linked to the eggs, and Dom was out shuffling boxes of them about. The next time one of them went off could be even worse.
How goes it? he texted Dom under the counter, feeling like Chad trying to get away with fiddling with a new app while on the clock.
Fine. Have bakery’s box. Want all cakes.
They make an amazing chocolate cherry. In cupcakes, too.
Want me to pick you up some? replied Dom.
No thanks.
Kiko set his phone down to see to a customer, but Dom didn’t respond. He tried not to be concerned. Dom was, after all, just walking around town collecting boxes of eggs. Kiko felt guilty he hadn’t offered his truck to him, but then, Dom had
