What? “He was several years older than me.”
“Age doesn’t make you a man. Maturity does. And it sounds like you married a little boy.”
If only he knew the half of it. “I could ask my lawyer to arrange for you to receive it, too.”
“Well done changing the topic of conversation.” Bram doesn’t like to be managed, does he?
Jane walks over. “Hey, guys.” She gives us a friendly smile. “Are you ready to order? I’d recommend the caramel apple cake today. It’s beyond amazing. We’ve already almost sold out.”
“A latte and a slice sounds perfect.”
Cordelia must be really irritated about a man she doesn’t even know. To be fair, he’s really irritating when you know him, as well. “I’ll take a decaf green tea with honey and lemon. Do you have a cranberry white chocolate mini cake?”
“How do you know about that? We’re currently unloading them.”
I watched Cordelia make them all morning, and have been wanting one ever since, but Jane doesn’t need to know that.
“Let me see if I can nab you one while they’re putting them in the fridge.”
“So how good is this in you have with The Cake Lady?” Bram asks when Jane walks away. “Could you put in a special request, and she’d make it?”
That isn’t a big ask. “Yes.”
“You say that without hesitating.”
Cordelia would give me a kidney if I asked. A cake is nothing. “It’s just a cake.”
“Hers are never just a cake.”
That’s true. “Why?”
“One of my friends just recently got married, and we’re going to throw them a reception when they get back. I was wondering if you could arrange for Cordelia to make the cake. I know it’s a big ask but…”
“I’m sorry, I can’t ask Cordelia to do that.”
“Oh. That’s okay. No worries.” Bram looks like a schoolboy being denied a treat.
“As I was saying, I can’t ask Cordelia to do that, because all I would need to do is tell her that it’s for Dylan.”
Bram’s head pops up. “Really?”
“Oh yeah.” And now I need to tell Cordelia about the plans.
Smiling Face
Havoc
“You made french toast.” Creed plops down onto a stool at the island, not even heading for a cup of coffee. My boy must be tired this morning.
“I did. Did you not sleep well?” I pour him a cup.
Creed shrugs.
That’s not good. My son usually sleeps like the dead. He’s always been a good sleeper, even as a baby. “Is there something on your mind?”
“I have this friend.”
A friend? Or is this code for a girl?
