A smile stretched his face when he saw who it was from.
Addie: I know what you did.
Noah: It wasn’t me.
He didn’t know whatitwas, but denying blame felt safest.
Addie: All my peanut butter cups are gone. Every freaking one of them. And I know it was you.
Noah: Do you have evidence to support your claim?
Addie: I have intel.
Noah: Have you considered that your intel is wrong?
Addie: I trust my informant.
Noah: What exactly did this informant say?
Addie: That they saw you rummaging through my chocolate jar. Now I am mysteriously all out of peanut butter cups. Which are my favorite.
Noah: Last week the huckleberry truffles were your favorite.
Addie: Things change.
Noah: Hm. This is a mystery.
Addie: I’m not joking, buddy. Theft is a very serious crime.
Noah: Would you like me to buy you some more peanut butter cups, Addison?
Addie: Are you admitting to the theft?
Noah: I admit nothing.
Addie: Spoken like a true criminal.
He chuckled before heading back out onto the deck and lifting the empty beer bottles to take inside.
Noah: Correct me if I’m wrong, but you still have half a dozen other chocolates in that jar.
Addie: None of them are peanut butter.
Noah: You’ll find some peanut butter cups and a jar of peanut butter on your desk on Monday morning.
Addie: Okay. That helps.
Noah: Will it also make you feel better if I tell you that Jules got a new flavor of hot chocolate?
Addie: Depends…what flavor?
Noah: She calls it The Lumberjack. It’s dark chocolate with cinnamon and maple.
The three dots popped up, then disappeared. Then they popped up again.
Addie: I did not know this. It does make me feel better.
He chuckled, but his smile slipped as he wrote the next text.
