Chapter 16: Iced
Hatch’s Elegant Cakes was short-handed and the gentleman named Gregory said, “You two must carry the cake out of the shop and take it away. I have no time for this.”
I looked at Just.
He looked at me.
“When did you ever transport a four-tier cake, Just?”
“Never in my life.”
“That makes two of us.”
I turned my attention to Gregory who stood in front of a wall covered in baking tins and gallon-size bottles of liquid flavoring. The baker twisted his head from left to right. His handsome face was covered with splotches of flour and there was icing beneath his bottom lip. He said, “I can’t help you. I’m in the process of baking seven cakes. I have two women on vacation, a third laid up at home with a broken back, and another one stuck in a hurricane somewhere in the Cari
