“I don’t know,” Daphne says, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes a little in a challenge. “Are your Midwinter cookies any good?”
Jesse sighs sharply. “Nah, our cookies are crap.”
Daphne bursts out laughing again, and Jesse goes with her.
“Seriously,” Jesse continues, shaking his head. “Mom isn’t particularly domestic, so all our cookies are store bought, and they’re gone in like eight seconds. You have to fight to the death to get your hands on one. Chase – he’ll bite you, and Bella, she has this really pointy stick -”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s not all that bad,” Daphne murmurs, still grinning, her eyes slipping down over Jesse even though she didn’t mean them to.
“No,” he sighs, leaning against the wall and giving her a smile. “I assure you, it is. In fact, mom, dad, and I aren’t out o
