Chapter 16

Andrew reached for my left hand and supplied it with a light squeeze that said thank you. He picked up the phone and bitchily screamed, “I have two men coming by to pick up the fucking cake! Their names are Benry and Just!” He stood, walked away from the table with the cell phone at his mouth and ear, and continued to scream, “I do expect a huge discount for this error, Gregory! Our contract clearly states that your company is to deliver the cake to the vineyard! I thought you were an upstanding businessman! To tell you the truth, this isn’t very convenient for me. How absurd it is that I have to pick up my own cake and—" his voice trailed as he walked away from the small gathering.

Brice looked at me across the table and whispered, “Thank you.”

I nodded and admitted, “Really, it’s the least I can do for you lovebirds.”