Covered in Coal (Buried Secrets Book 1) by Silla Webb

Author:Silla Webb [Webb, Silla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Masque of the Red Pen
Published: 2024-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Carly

I hurry home and pull on some comfy sweats. I put some chocolate chip cookies in the oven and make some hot chocolate for Brailee and Braden’s visit. What kind of aunt would I be if I didn’t jack ’em up on chocolate before I sent them home?

The oven timer and the doorbell ding in sync. I quickly take the cookies from the oven then rush over to open the front door. I swoop Brailee and Braden into my arms and pepper kisses all over their faces. Braden pushes off of me, telling me my kisses are gross, so I set Brailee on the floor and start a tickle war with Braden. Gross kisses? Never! I tickle his ribs until he can’t breathe from laughing and tears are falling from his face. Savannah and Brailee are both laughing as he tries to make his escape. I pull Braden up from the floor and give him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek before saying, “It’s either gross kisses or tickled ribs. Your choice, little man.” I wink before turning toward the kitchen.

“Come on in, y’all. I made some fresh chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate.”

“Carly, they ain’t even had dinner yet!” Savannah yells with a look of shock on her face.

“Oh shut it, Savannah, let ’em live a little!” I snicker, placing three giant chocolate chip cookies on each of their plates, next to a big mug of creamy hot chocolate topped with cool whip and chocolate drizzle. Brailee and Braden’s eyes are as big as fifty-cent pieces as they ooh and ahh over their treats.

“Thanks, Auntie Carly, this looks so yummy,” Brailee says as she brings a cookie to her mouth. I set a plate of cookies between Savannah and me, then make us both a cup of hot chocolate too.

“So what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Savannah asks, taking a bite from a cookie.

“I have no plans.”

“You do now. You’re helpin’ me cook this year. We haven’t spent Thanksgiving together in years, and we need to begin our traditions. And I ain’t takin’ no for an answer,” she replies with that damn mom voice. I laugh at her. She wants me to help her cook. That’s hilarious. I don’t cook. Well, cookies maybe. I burn boiling water. I do takeout and TV dinners. She should know this. “What’s so funny, Carly?”

“You thinkin’ I can cook. I hope you have Food City on speed dial, because if I’m in the kitchen, dinner will be an absolute disaster.”

“Surely you can follow a recipe. Heavens, Carly, have some faith in yourself.”

“Savannah, I’ll spend Thanksgiving with y’all, as long as you promise to leave no heavy responsibilities on me. I promise you; I cannot cook.”

“Deal,” she says, reaching across the counter and shaking my hand like we made a pact.

“Oh, Momma is coming home for Thanksgiving too. Ain’t that great? She’s so excited to see you,” Savannah adds quickly.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

My mouth drops, and I have to refrain from spewing a long line of cuss words in the presence of my niece and nephew.

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