Chapter 92

Henry dug through the cabinets under the sink for the bowl and started mixing up another batch of batter.

He could do this. No point in trying to hide it now anyway. Henry was baking cupcakes and he only baked cupcakes when there was something wrong. So Luke was gonna know that something was wrong the second he walked in. Which, if he stuck to his normal schedule, should be in less than a minute. Just in time to sit at the table and claim to help frost the cupcakes when, really, he’d only be licking the frosting off the spoon.

Still in the middle of throwing together another mix of batter, Henry could hear the distinct sound of keys jingling in the door. It’d take Luke at least two tries before he finally unlocked it. It always did.

“Hey!” Luke called the second he worked the door open. Right on time. “Uh-oh. I smell cupcakes.” He wandered into the kitchen with his coat and hat and gloves still on. “Bad day?”

Oh, that wasn’t even the half of it.