CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
HUDSON
“Well?”
“I’m not so sure she wants to talk to you,” Linc says and then sets the box of lemon bars on the counter. All the guys take a break to grab one.
“Are these the same bars you said were subpar?” Archer asks.
“Same recipe,” I admit. “But I think Brooke was the one baking this morning.”
Carver tsks and shakes his head at me. “I wouldn’t want to come talk to you either.”
I sigh and look at the door.
She’s going to come, right?