I gave the kids another plate of brownies to take down with them.
“Baba Yaga is a multilevel marketing guru,” Adam said, still smiling.
“I need another brownie,” I told him.
He followed me to the counter. When I cut into the last batch, he put a hand on either side of me and leaned against me. His breath was hot on the skin of my neck.
“Nudge,” he said.