Katy clears her throat for at least the sixth time in the last twenty minutes and looks at me, widening her eyes. Clearly she's trying to tell me something.
What that something is, I have no idea.
I stop by the walk-in freezer with my hand on the door. "Would anyone like some cookies?"
Bennett and Ridge were huddled together in the corner of the kitchen speaking in low voices two seconds ago, but now both turn with similar questioning looks. Hasn't anyone heard of cookies making everyone feel better? It worked in the Matrix movies.
"No, we're good in the cookie department." Bennett looks me up and down like he's checking for a second head.
"I could go for a cookie." Tabitha steps around the prep table headed for the large walk-in refrigerator where I keep racks of extra desserts.
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