Chapter 19

“You better eat it before his face melts. Not a pretty sight, trust me,” he said.

I took a couple of packets of raw sugar and dumped the contents in my coffee as Bratt set down some cutlery next to my plate. I stirred my coffee with my fork before cutting through a wedge of the pancakes and taking a bite.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

They were perfectly fluffy, delicately sweet, with a slightly crispy edge.

“How do you do that? How do you get them nice and crispy around the edges?”

“Butter,” he said. “The low smoke point helps the sugars caramelize. Some people don’t like it, but I prefer it that way.”

“I love it,” I said, shoveling another bite into my mouth. I didn’t realize how hungry I actually was until the food started hitting my stomach.

Wyatt had always made derogatory jabs when I ate too fast or too much. Little Piggy was a favorite of his. But Bratt didn’t seem to mind as I chowed down. He only leaned against the kitchen island and sipped from a travel mug. When I was nearly don