CHAPTER FOURTEEN
An indoor picnic—okay, any meal—with Dani was what Bryce needed. He hoped this was the first of many evenings they spent together at his house.
“This brownie is so rich. The calories will go straight to my hips.” Dani’s pink tongue darted out and licked her lips. “These have to be homemade, but you said you couldn’t cook.”
Busted. Bryce wouldn’t lie. “I never said I made them. Just that I would bring dessert.”
“So the question is, who baked them?” She studied the small piece remaining on her plate as if she were a jeweler examining a flawless diamond. “Was it your mother, your mother’s cook, your sister, or an old nanny?”
“Nope.”
Dani tilted her chin. “Then, who?”
“A hotshot programmer on my team named Christopher. He’s a real rock star, but his hobby is baking.”
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