Chapter 33

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?

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