The Taste of Chocolate

Twenty-four hours in each day,
Eighteen eggs, come out and play.
Nine by sun and nine by night,
Each clue leads to small delight.

A Summer’s Day shaped like a star,
Pass the beach, you’ve gone too far.
Find the egg and the next clue,
And the answers will be revealed to you.

Shay appeared beside me and read the note over my shoulder. “Is that from Gage?” she asked.

“Most likely,” I laughed. “It’s his attempt at being romantic.”

“Is he sending you on an Easter egg hunt?”

I read the note over once more, put it in my pocket and nodded. “I would say so.”