SubstituteChapter 3
After refilling our glasses I brought out the chocolate-dipped crostini, drizzled in maple, sea salt, and finely chopped cashews. Violet groaned and held up her hand in a stop gesture, then flipped it to open her palm while she turned away and dramatically covered her eyes in shame. “Just one.” She peeked back. “Maybe two.” “Next time I’ll make salted butter caramel ice cream.” She groaned again. “Brother, you’re going to kill me.” “Never.” I kissed the top of her head. “Another...