Heath slumped against the arm of the sofa, turned so that his legs were well and truly across Merton's lap, and made a helpless gesture with his hands. "He sussed it out on his own!" He argued, because it was obvious that Gideon was blaming him.
He looked at Merton then, grinning. "You're making rum cake?"
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