Chapter 24

“She’ll call,” Dylan said, his usual confidence back in his voice.

And then a beep had me looking at my phone, and I sucked in a breath. “Or she could be calling now.”

Dylan gave a whoop, then shouted, “Good luck. Love you!” before he hung up.

I was stunned for a moment, then realized I didn’t have time to think about him saying those words when he probably didn’t mean them the way I thought he did, and answered Elise Deveraux’s call.

“This is Mark Winston.” I was proud the nerves didn’t come through in my voice.

“Hello, Mr. Winston. This is Elise Deveraux. I got your number from one of the bakers at Sweet Treats. Do you have a few minutes to talk?” She was polite and professional, and I prayed my tone sounded the same.

“Of course.”

“Excellent.” She sounded pleased. “I’d be happy to do this over the phone, but it might be better if you came here. When are you available?”