Baking isn’t What it Seems

Sure enough, when Heather entered the large kitchen, there was Jules covered in flour and other ingredients baking like a madwoman. The evidence that she’d been at it for a while was cooling on the counter.

“Jules? Hon? What’s up?” Heather knew to approach with caution. Jules was high strung even if she didn’t want to admit it. Baking and hiding in the kitchen was her way of avoiding something. But at least she baked well. If she didn’t, they’d be in real trouble.

“Ben is an insane, manipulative dog with no sense of self preservation. He and Ty left about four hours ago to bloody well confront him in front of the town leaders. Can you believe it? Ugh… where did I put the pecans?”

“Over there. Do you think it was a bad idea?”

“Don’t you? Come on, Heather Russell wants us hunted down and killed for sport. What do you think he’ll do with them in arm’s reach? Do you think witnesses will stop him?” Jules poured several pecans into a zipper bag, squeezed the air o