Page 45 of The Billionaire Invitation

“On his book tour,” Honesty finished. “He mentioned it.”

“There’s no way that’s happening. But it’s not up to me.” Reagan lowered her voice to say, “It’s these Cranes. They want hoopla.”

“I love hoopla!” Jaylyn said.

“That’s because you have moola,” Reagan told her. “And those with moola can have all the hoopla they want.”

“You’re about to be one of us, so you’d better get used to hoopla and moola.” Jaylyn grinned, pleased with herself.

“Anyway,” Reagan continued, “Jaylyn and I have a cake tasting with one of the premier bakeries in Chicago tomorrow. We were lucky to snag the date.”

“I am very persuasive,” Jaylyn said. Of this, Honesty had no doubt.

“Since this little one came earlier than expected”—Reagan rocked Sloane in her arms—“I will not be in any shape to taste cake tomorrow. I would hate to cancel.”

“I wouldn’t let you cancel. The issue is,” J explained to Honesty, “I don’t trust myself to make the final decision for their wedding cake. Which I conveyed to Reagan. And Brody is no help.”

“Brody would probably pick the first one he tasted,” Reagan said with a laugh. To Honesty, she said, “When I heard that Dante was bringing a nutrition specialist to my house, it seemed like a sign.”

“It is,” Jaylyn conferred. “I pulled a tarot card that was an unmistakable yes.”

Honesty admired how Jaylyn owned the mystical side of herself.

“We just need one more palate along for the ride,” Jaylyn said.

“I’m no chef,” Honesty said. When Reagan’s face fell, she amended, “But I love to cook. And eat.”

Reagan brightened. “Then you are hired. Seriously. Write an invoice. I will pay it.” Her smile was tired, but oozed gratitude.

“I couldn’t let you pay me. Gourmet cake will be reimbursement enough.”

“A healthy donation to your charity, then?” Reagan offered.

“And whatever donation she makes, Brody will triple,” Jaylyn said.

“Quadruple,” Reagan corrected.

Honesty laughed softly. “Word travels fast through these Crane men.”

“Oh, that was Chloe,” Reagan said.

“Zander’s girlfriend. How are they not married yet?” Jaylyn rolled her eyes. “She would have gone with me, but she has plans with him. He keeps her to himself and rarely lets me have her.”

“Which is why we need you.” Reagan gestured to Honesty.

“You can be my new friend. Until Dante starts keeping you to himself. Then where will I be?” Jaylyn lifted her arms and dropped them again, bemoaning her own misfortune.

“I don’t think that will be an issue.” That comment drew two very interested looks from the women on the bed. They were hungry for more details, Honesty could tell. She shifted back to the topic at hand. “I can’t let you pay me, but I will accept donations. Thank you.”

“Okay, but I’m taking you to dinner afterwards,” Jaylyn said. Then she looked at Reagan. “Consider this part of your wedding present.”

“You don’t have to buy us a wedding present.” Reagan clucked her tongue.

“I’m buying you one, anyway.” Jaylyn folded her arms.

“You’re going to be the best sister-in-law ever.” Reagan blew an air kiss.

“I’m going to be your only sister-in-law.”