Chapter 8
“What’s a matter with you today?” Andre asked, nudging Rain’s shoulder with his. “Running low on chocolate or something?”
It was Friday morning, the store was still closed, and Andre and Rain stood side by side at the prep station in the small back kitchen, rolling goat cheese into little tubes they’d later stuff into emptied jalapenos peppers. Rain glanced over at Andre. “I have to call Milo and tell him I’m not going to Otterburn Park with him tonight.”
Andre dumped the cooled jalapenos into the bowl between them and shook his head. “And you waited to tell him this until tonight? What’s wrong with you? You’re just asking for it now.”
Rain couldn’t understand when or how Andre had become privy to his secrets, but they spent so many hours together, and Andre was a great liste
