Page 150 of Don's Blaze

Laughing, I shook my head. “One day, you’re going to stop falling for these.” Leaning over, I flipped the “cake” over so he could see the underside. “Sponges coated in frosting.”

More laughter sounded from my squad.

“I received an award, and the woman of my dreams just agreed to marry me. Did your ass think I would let anyone else cut my damn cake? Gimme that.” I snatched the knife from him.

“Here’s the real cake. Made especially by Angela,” Captain Waverly said, pulling a triple-layer chocolate cake out of the refrigerator.

“Don,” Captain called.

With a nod, I used the knife to cut the cake, and I let someone else divvy it up and pass out the pieces. I was too busy taking Jocelyn’s face between my hands and kissing her.

The End