Remembering I actually had a job to do, I turned to Zoey. "Do you have any allergies?"
"Peanuts," Zoey said darkly, like they were the devil.
"No peanuts. Got it. Any food aversions?"
She stuck out her tongue. "No yucky custard!"
"No peanuts, no custard. Throw 'em right in the trash."
Zoey giggled.
"What about you?" I asked Chris. "Same questions."
Chris looked surprised that I'd bothered to ask. "Well, I'm not a huge fan of meringue..."
I grinned. "Got it. One more thing for the trash bin. Now, let's get started, shall we?"
* * *
The kitchen lookedlike it blew up by the time we were done with it. Flour coated the counter. Pink food coloring splattered the floor. Unused sprinkles lay dead in the street. But cleaning was an afterthought. What mattered right now was our finished product—an internet-sensation-worthy tray of beautiful pink princess cupcakes.
"Wow, these look awesome!" I said, genuinely impressed. "No wonder you landed that job, Chris!"
Chris's plump cheeks turned the same color as the cupcakes. "Thanks."
"Can I eat one?" Zoey demanded.
Chris crossed his arms in amusement. "Can you say the magic word?"
"Can I eat one,please?"
"Go ahead."
"YAY!" Zoey cried before shoving a cupcake in her mouth.
She had the right idea. I grabbed one and took a bite. I almost moaned at the way the frosting melted on my tongue. Cupcakes tasted great, sure, but one made by my fated mate's hands were absolutely blissful.
After cleaning up together and getting ready to leave, I hesitated by the door.
"It was wonderful meeting you both. I had a lot of fun today," I said.
"I did, too," Chris replied. "I can't remember the last time I had a blast like this."
"Roshan, come over again, okay?" Zoey said.
I winked at her. "You'll see me soon, don't worry. Your daddy has work the day after tomorrow, so we'll have fun together."
Zoey bounced up and down. "Can I wear my pink dress again?"
"Please do. I only wish I had one to match," I lamented.
Zoey gasped. "We can goshopping!"
Chris made a hesitant face. "I don't know about that. We can't afford a shopping spree, Zo."
I held up a hand to interrupt him. "Nonsense. The first rule about being my client, Chris, is that when Zoey's with me, I pay for everything. No exceptions."
Chris gawked. "What? No, no, Roshan, I can't accept that."
