Chapter 26

“Nah.” Troy waved away whatever his words would have been. “Don’t listen to me. It’s twelve days. He’s waiting for the last gift.”

“Actually, it’s thirteen. Fourteen with the cake. I drop the final one off on Christmas Eve and hope he’ll come to me for cake Christmas Day. You can deliver the party cupcakes, right?”

“Sure.” Troy was on the move. He seemed to spend most of his time out front. I hardly ever saw Spencer. He was always in the kitchen.

“It’s not too much?” I asked.

“I have other deliveries, anyway.”

“Okay. That way, if this whole thing with Angel blows up in my face, I can just sit at home by myself and eat potato chips and my filthy X-rated cake. It won’t even matter, because I’ll at least have sent an acknowledgement to the lawyer folk.”