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Michael chuckles. "I am pretty sure she does. That’s not a complicated concept."
"Well, what do we have?"
"Cupcake!" Gracie demands.
"We don’t have any sweets at all," Michael says, lowering his voice as if Gracie won’t be able to hear him. "Unless I make something."
"You should totally make something," Danielle says enthusiastically. She slides a sly look at Gracie, then says, "Like brownies."
"Bwownies!" Gracie parrots.
Michael gives Danielle a stern look. "That was naughty."
"Oh no," she says. "Brownies and a spanking, how terrible."
"Bwownies!" Gracie says again.
Michael growls and tugs on a strand of Danielle’s hair. "Maybe no brownies for you and only for Gracie."
Danielle laughs and picks up her phone.
But Michael grabs it, balancing Romeo with one big hand. "And no calling Crew to bring you something."
She pouts up at him. "Please? I’ll work off all the calories later…"
He looks over at me. "A little help here? Her sweet tooth is out of control."
I sit back and grin. "One, I love to help her burn calories. And two, whatever DNA is in there causing these cravings, it’s not my fault."
Michael sighs. "You’re right. And the way she’s eating it probably is McNeill’s kid."
Danielle just giggles at that and Michael grins at the sound. "Cookie, you are?—"
"Cookie!" Gracie yells. "I want a cookie!"
I laugh out loud and pull my phone out. "Should I order something?" I’ve learned there’s very little that my credit card and an app on my phone can’t solve.
"Yeah, I guess," Michael says. "That should be faster than me making anything. But are we sure Gracie can have sweets? Did Marissa and Mark give us any instructions?"
"No, so I assume it’s fine, right?" I ask. "If there was something she isn’t supposed to have, they would’ve told us." I frown as I think about that. "Wouldn’t they?"
"Maybe we should stick to something safer," Michael says. He focuses on the three-year-old.
"Gracie!" He makes his voice sound excited. "I have something in the kitchen to show you!"
She claps her little hands together. "Cupcake!"
Michael gives me a look. "Can you text Mark?"
"I guess I should." I start scrolling my phone for numbers.
But the little girl suddenly standing in front of me demands my attention.
"More!" She sticks her hand out.
"You need money?" I ask.
She nods. I give her two more dollars.
