Chapter 10
“Cherry isn’t on the approved list,” Ren said, taking the bottle of cherry liqueur out of his hand. Dakota blinked, startled, having gotten lost in thought. “Where did you put the gluten free brownies and zucchini cookies?” When he failed to speak she added, “You know, the special order for Henry? The one you told me about? The one I wrinkled my nose at?”
He pointed to a box on the counter behind him.
“Thank you. You may resume the task at hand,” she said, walking off with the bottle.
Dakota rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a sigh like a tire going flat; which was a good analogy of how he felt. This whole cake fiasco was consuming his every waking moment, and some of the sleeping ones, too. Just last night he dreamed of being chased down one of those never-ending hal
