Page 87 of Stay for Forever

“Literally everyone in the entire world knows not to put metal in a microwave.”

She rolls her eyes. “Obviously not every single person as I didn’t know.”

“What were you doing putting aluminum foil in the microwave anyway?”

“I was making Rice Krispie treats.”

Her answer doesn’t clear up my confusion. “What does aluminum foil have to do with Rice Krispie treats? And doesn’t your husband own a bakery? If you want sweet treats, he can bake them for you.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise. He’d see the treats and be all ‘Ashlyn, you’re the best wife in the world, let me show me how much I love you in the bedroom’.”

I cough to cover up my laugh. “And that isn’t what happened?”

She huffs. “He came home, and the microwave was very slightly – seriously, it was hardly noticeable – on fire and he didn’t even notice my brand-new negligee.”

I can’t hold my laughter in any longer. “Only baby cakes can ruin a seduction by accidentally starting a fire.”

She pokes a finger at me. “No calling me baby cakes. We’ve discussed this.”

I wipe tears of laughter from my eyes. “Whatever you say, baby cakes.”

“Having sisters sucks sometimes,” she grumbles. “Do you want to come with me to solve the mystery or not?”

I consider telling her no, but I’m honestly afraid of what kind of trouble she’ll get into by herself.

I motion to the door. “Lead the way.”

“Don’t you need to love up your gazillion animals for an hour before you can leave?”

“Nope. Let’s go,” I claim, but as soon as she’s not looking, I kneel down and give both my dogs a rub down. “Be good, sweet things.”

“A car?” I ask when I notice the vehicle in my driveway.

“I know how to drive.”

“You do? I was there when you failed your driver’s test.”

“The examiner had it out for me.”

“Uh-huh. Sure, he did.”

“He did! No one else has to parallel park and do a three-point turn during their test.”

“Are you serious? Everyone has to know how to parallel park and do a three-point turn to pass.”

“Whatever. Hop in.”

“Show me your driver’s license first.”

She sticks her tongue out instead and climbs in the driver’s seat.

“Where are we going?” I ask once we’re on the road.

“To the railroad station a few miles north of town.”

“I thought the station wasn’t there anymore.”

“It’s not.”

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