Sugar Rush: The Hot Cakes series prequel by Nicholas Erin & Nicholas Erin

Author:Nicholas, Erin & Nicholas, Erin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EN Fiction, Inc.
Published: 2020-08-19T16:00:00+00:00

4

Zoe slammed the oven door shut, tossed her spoon into the metal mixing bowl in the sink, and whacked the metal muffin tins against the stove top. Then pivoted to turn her stand mixer on high.

“Holy hell, Zoe. It’s pretty damned early for all this noise.”

She stiffened at the sound of Aiden’s voice from the kitchen doorway, but she didn’t turn. She did, however, take a moment to bang her metal spoon against the side of her metal mixing bowl. To knock the batter off, of course.

“Not trying to be quiet even though it’s five a.m. Got it,” he said.

It was her damned house and her damned kitchen and if her damned house guests couldn’t sleep through her making some damned muffins, that was just too damned bad.

She took her time adding the eggs and then the dry ingredients to the mixing bowl.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him prop his shoulder against the fridge and settle in. Apparently not planning to attempt talking over the noise of the mixer.

Finally, when the batter was done, she shut the mixer off and removed the bowl, folding in the blueberries.

“So you’re mad at me,” Aiden commented.

He was dressed. In jeans and a Henley. He’d maybe even showered. She hadn’t heard the water running from upstairs, but she’d been rage baking since four thirty with her earbuds in.

Yes, rage baking.

Baking always made her feel better so the morning after the biggest humiliation, and disappointment, in recent history—or even not-that-recent history, honestly—she was baking. Especially considering she hadn’t been able to sleep anyway. What else was a baker going to do but bake? It was that or go back into Aiden’s room and demand to know what the hell was wrong with him. Or smother him with one of his pillows.

Baking was the best option.

Because she wasn’t speaking to him—which made the demanding-he-explain-himself thing difficult—and her mom would be upset if Zoe killed him.

The silent treatment wasn’t brand new to him. She was great at the silent treatment and had used it several times over the years with Aiden and Cam.

She started ladling muffin batter into the tins for her fourth batch of muffins. That was a lot for a family Christmas morning brunch, but Jane and Josie were going to stop by and Jane would probably bring her little sister Kelsey and Josie might bring her sister Paige and there were always a few friends of her parents’ that stopped by to say hi. And Cam and Aiden could each eat half a dozen of her muffins by themselves.

Yeah, Aiden liked her muffins and her pie.

Zoe felt her eyes narrowing and her blood pressure increasing.

He’d said no. Not just that, but he’d only said no. No explanation, no let’s talk this out, no I’m-too-drunk-to-do-you-right-but-how-about-tomorrow-night. Just no.

She realized she was beating the batter with the ladle and crushing the blueberries. She dropped the ladle, braced her hands on the counter and just breathed in and out.

Or maybe there would be no tomorrow night because he just really didn’t want to have sex with her.

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