"They are," he admitted. "She's been baking like a fiend. Not that that's unusual at all," he said. Mercy was a damn good cook, and it was a good thing almost everyone in the house was a werewolf with super fast metabolism. He wasn't sure how Avery didn't gain a hundred pounds every week.
"I wanted to surprise you." In so far as he could. Werwolf noses weren't easily fooled. "And I knew flowers and brownies were a better bet than bringing dinner." He grinned, and took a deep breath, inhaling the scents wafting out from her kitchen.