Her Kentucky Derby hat has a giant pink frosted cinnamon bun so high it nearly hits the garland when she walks. And her tea dress is sprinkled with the same cinnamon bun pattern.
“Yes, please.” I take a step inside the kitchen, feeling all eyes on me.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind and are staying for the class.” She looks hopeful.
I shake my head. “I had a busy day. The town is gorgeous, and I want to get a good night’s sleep so I can check out more local spots tomorrow. The bridge at the park looks especially interesting.”
Am I babbling?
Yes. Definitely. My nerves have gotten the best of me.
“That will be fun.” Faye lifts the lid of a Crockpot and steam wafts out. “But not nearly as fun as tonight’s baking lesson.”
“Orgasmically fun.” Jaclyn leans on the counter.
Her hip juts out as her fingers tap the leopard print of her blouse. Her big red glasses catch the light as she winks at no one in particular.
“We’re about to make erotically enthralled edibles,” Nettie adds with a low giggle, which makes me think she has selective hearing.
Twins with long auburn hair jump into the conversation.
“Baking with bliss.” The one in a pink dress with a black belt smirks. “My name is Zoe, and this is my sister Zara.”
“Wait until he licks the cream.” Her sister wears a black dress with a pink belt and licks her lips.
A round of sighs follows.
What kind of baking cult have I walked into?
I don’t realize Wilma is staring at me until I focus back on the present.
“Staying or going?” She holds a steaming plate.
“Going.”
Wilma sets the plate on a tray and settles a dome-shaped cover over it.
“You could always stay and watch.” Steam rises from the coffee cup Faye places on the tray.
I do not want to watch.
“You should stay and watch,” Jaclyn purrs. “Every woman should watch.”
I wouldn’t be surprised if this cult has secret handshakes and a chant.
“Trust. I’ll pour you a drink.” She pours an extra glass of wine, and it’s in my hand before I can object.
“Thank you, but—”
“It’s the cinnamon rolls.” She says it like I’m supposed to know what she’s talking about. “I’ve watched that cinnamon roll video a hundred times,” one of the twins says.
I don’t know which one.
But apparently, there’s a video.
Are there incantations and sacred symbols, too?
“Over one hundred if you count the slow-motion replay,” her sister chimes in.
