“Give me that.”
Bonnie frowned at Indie’s angry tone.
“No way. The last time you had this spoon, you hit me with it,” Noah said.
“Because you licked it!”
“You mean like this?”
There was a gasp. “Ew!”
Bonnie walked into the living room in time to see Indie punch their brother on the shoulder.
“Ow,” Noah groaned.
“Don’t be a baby.” Indie turned away from Noah and spotted her. “Bonnie. Hey.”
She stopped at the kitchen island, taking in the ingredients spread across the counter and the bowl in front of Indie. “Baking something?”
“Sure are.” Noah grinned. “Chocolate chip cookies, but swapping the chocolate chips for M&M’s.”
Bonnie chuckled. “I think I’m twelve again.”
Indie lifted a shoulder. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Noah pushed the bag of M&M’s across the counter. “Here. I get whacked every time I eat one, but I bet Indie will let you have some.”
Bonnie grinned as she took a few. “Are you still eating all the ingredients?”
“All of them,” Indie groaned. “And the dough. Luckily, I doubled the recipe.”
“I see we haven’t gotten better at keeping the flour inside the bowl.” Bonnie ran her finger over the floured counter.
“Remember how mad Mom and Dad used to get at the mess?” Indie asked softly.
“What I remember is you both blamingme,” Bonnie scoffed.
Noah’s grin widened. “You were the youngest—least chance of getting yelled at.”
“Hey, they preferred us baking than some of our other activities. Remember the rope swing?” Indie laughed.
Noah scrubbed a hand over his face. “Don’t remind me. It wasn’t my finest moment.”
“Flooding the backyard and sending me flying across on your newest invention wasn’t your finest moment?” Bonnie asked, feigning innocence.
Indie cringed. “I can still hear your screams when you hit the fence.”
“That’s how I lost my third tooth,” Bonnie said, almost proudly.
“Jesus Christ.” Noah almost looked embarrassed. Probably because his job now was all about safety.
Bonnie eyed the bowl. “Can I mix?”
“Sure.” Indie pushed the bowl toward her.
Immediately, Bonnie lifted the spoon and ate a huge mouthful of dough.
“Hey!” Indie crossed her arms. “With you two here, we’ll be lucky to get one cookie out of the mixture.”
