Chapter 8
Sophie stood in Drake’s kitchen, scanning the cabinets. “Where would the sugar be?” she asked. “And if you tell me you don’t have sugar, we’re going to have bigger problems.”
He laughed and moved to the cabinet to the left of the sink. “I have granulated, brown, or raw. What do you prefer?”
“Granulated. No, let’s go raw for a pop of color and texture.”
He arched his eyebrow at her, but didn’t question any farther. He grabbed the oversized bag of raw sugar and handed it off to her. She moved to the table and plopped it down in front of Charlotte, who was currently drawing a heart on a piece of construction paper Sophie had in her bag. Just one of the many things that got lost in her bag. She for sure would give Mary Poppins a run for her money.
Sophie glanced at Charlotte’s p
