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Regret pinched Roxanna’s features. “I’m sorry. I never intended that to happen.”
“And yet it did.” She plopped the bakery box on the polished wood counter and braced her hands on the cool surface while lifting her chin to meet the taller woman’s gaze head on. “Did you know that Adam Wilson filed for divorce because he found out his wife was sleeping with his best man before and after the wedding?”
The frown drawing Roxanna’s dark eyebrows together deepened. “I did not know that.”
“And Ty didn’t want kids, but Jules did. They never talked about it before the wedding, and afterwards, neither of them was willing to change their minds.” She left out the part about what they’d been eating when they had that conversation. “As for Carson and Hannah, Carson got a huge promotion at work, but Hannah didn’t want to give up her career to move overseas with him, and he refused to stay here. Their careers were more important than each other.”
She had no clue if they had saved any of their wedding cake. If she was being honest, she’d been too afraid to ask anyone about cake after talking to Jules.
“Not every couple is going to make it,” she finished. “None of those were my fault.”
Roxanna lifted her chin, her expression set with resolve. “The Diamonds have been together for a very long time—”
“Thirty-five years,” Honor confirmed in a tight voice. As if she needed to be reminded.
“I couldn’t take the chance of anything messing with that. Not with what’s coming.”
“What does that mean?”
She looked like she’d said something she hadn’t meant to. “I meant with the campaign.”
“But who cares about my business, right?”
Roxanna still looked contrite, but her silence conveyed she was okay with the collateral damage.
Well, Honor damn sure wasn’t. “You need to contact that blog writer and tell them you were wrong.”
The woman’s eyebrows rose. “I’m not going to do that.”
“Why not?”
She glanced around before lowering her voice. “Because I wasn’t wrong.”
“I don’t jinx my cakes.” A flick of her wrist flipped up the bakery box cover. She took out one of the lemon blueberry cupcakes and thrust it forward. “Take a bite.”
“I’d rather not.”
“You owe me that much. Try it, and you will see I don’t jinx anything. My cakes are amazing.” It wasn’t a brag, just a statement of fact after years of satisfied clients.
Roxanna’s gaze narrowed before she reached out to take the cupcake as if it had cooties or something. She gingerly peeled the liner down, then took a bite. Her expression stayed passive as she chewed and visibly forced a swallow.
Then one sculpted eyebrow arched high. “Angry baking is a thing?”
“What?” Honor’s stomach lurched. “No. Of course not.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
“Whatever you say.” The brunette turned and dropped the rest of the cupcake in the g
arbage behind her.
Her jaw went slack in surprise, but when Roxanna turned back to the counter, the psychic’s gaze flicked to the chocolate ones on the other side of the box.
“Go ahead.” She injected a note of challenge into her tone to hide her nerves.
One bite of the chocolate and the brunette’s cheeks flushed. She closed her eyes with a low, throaty, “Mmm.” When her long lashes lifted, her warmed gaze met Honor’s as she licked frosting off her lips.
“Whew,” she said around a second bite while fanning herself. “You definitely weren’t angry when you baked these.”
