Written by LJ
“You do realize that hiding my dessert when I leave the room is becoming old hat, don’t you, Glen?”
Micah snickered as he dipped the spoon into the ill-gotten treat. He was sure he’d found a safe hiding place.
A painful swat landing on his backside had him rethinking that assumption.
“Is stealing acceptable?” Jeremiah growled.
A second swat confirmed he’d given the wrong answer.
“Return it immediately!”
The order was reluctantly obeyed, but not until the spoonful had been hastily consumed. Micah felt the taste of ice cream was worth any price he had to pay.