"You’re doing that thing again," Liam said, tossing a crumpled paper ball at Marcus’s shoulder. It bounced off harmlessly. "The 'I’m a serious Capricorn with a spreadsheet for a soul' thing."
Marcus finally turned, leaning against the mahogany shelf. He looked at the flour-dusted chaos Liam had already managed to create in the kitchen just by thinking about baking. "We don’t have eggs. Or a plan. Or, frankly, the temperament for layers." GГ©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta Sunday epub
"Fine," Marcus murmured against his lips. "But I’m measuring the flour." "You’re doing that thing again," Liam said, tossing