Chapter 3The next day, Thaddeus was acting weird. Whenever Sandy got close, Thaddeus sent him away to fix things that didn’t need fixing, and it had him suspicious. At first he hadn’t cared, but he didn’t like surprises and Thad was up to something.
“Who is coming?”
“You know who is coming.” Thaddeus was peeling potatoes.
“No, I don’t.”
“The guys.”
“Uh-huh.” Sandy leaned against the kitchen island only to straighten when the cold of the edge piercing him shot through him. Damn, he was translucent again. “What are you making?”
“Scalloped potatoes, ribeye steak with garlic and thyme, and a salad. I was thinking I should make garlic bread. I have it prepared, but maybe it’s too much.”
Sandy’s mouth watered. Thaddeus cooking was torture. He could breathe in the scent but not taste what
