“Why, why, why, did I ever agree to make cupcakes for forty-five people?” Rowan asks, rubbing some flour off his arm and looking around his mess of a kitchen.
Their work day is over, and Gemma’s engagement party is tomorrow, so they have made a start on the cupcakes for the party, which after a day of baking from dawn, the last thing he wants to see is more dough and icing.
“Because you’re a nice big brother and a soft touch,” Ash says as he grins, holding a big bowl in the crook of his arm and whisking the egg whites inside.
“At least no one had any special dietary requirements. No vegan’s, no allergies, nothing to stress about there. And Gemma liked my idea for a vanilla cupcake with strawberry frosting, but this is driving me mad. And I hate that you’ve worked all day and now you’re
