Ginger’s defensiveness eased. She had good friends, and Delia was one of the best. She was one hundred percent there for her friends whenever they needed her. Right now, even if Ginger didn’t like it, she needed her friends. “Okay, this ends now. We’ll talk later.” She kept her eyes trained on Delia when Cam got within earshot. “How late are you working tonight?” she asked, putting the conversation firmly back onto the mundane.
Delia lifted a shoulder. “Until the kitchen closes for orders, which means ten o’clock.”
As Cam slid into the booth beside Ginger, this time hemming her in on the inside of the bench seat, Delia glanced at her watch. “Speaking of work, I should get back in the kitchen. I need to take care of some pastry prep work for tomorrow morning.” At that, she slipped out fro
