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“No. And it’s a waste of your time to be sitting here,” I said. “Besides, don’t you have some things to take care of?”

“What things?” He raised his brows.

“You know.Bakerythings,” I urged.

“I’ve already made a call.”

It was my turn to raise my brows. “When?”

“Last night. You were asleep.”

“Are you going to tell me about it?” I asked.

“Now is not really the time. You’ve got a wedding cake to bake.”

Connie blew into the kitchen, her brown purse slung across her shoulder and her black hair tied back. “Sorry I’m late, guys. Traffic was a bitch.”

“No worries,” I said. I turned back to Slash who had a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

“What?”

“Have you thought about how much time you all are going to lose this week if you have to keep commuting back and forth from Waco?”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it,” I stated. “But there’s not really a better option.”

“Isn’t there?”

“What are you getting at?” I asked pointedly.

“You’re in a hotel.”

“One that costs a truck payment a night to stay at,” I replied.

“You used to work at The Rex.”

“Yeah.”

“And the Blue Angels are friends with the owner.”

“I feel like I’m taking advantage by using their kitchen for a week. They’ve already gone above and beyond,” I protested.

He stood up and kissed me. “I’ll be back later.”

“Where are you going?” I demanded.

“You’re the one who kickedmeout of the kitchen, remember?”

“Hey, not to be that person,” Brielle called out. “But can you do this later? We need Brooklyn focused like a laser beam if we have a shot in hell of pulling this off.”

“Yeah,” Jazz agreed. “I don’t know how to make custard and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“I’ll help you make the custard,” Connie announced.

“Bye,” I said to Slash.

“What time will you be done?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Ten, probably.”

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