Chapter 45: A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words

A few hours later, all of the cakes were done, and I wore one of Caleb’s old t-shirts as we finished frosting the lemon one.

I exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat off my forehead. Making eight cakes, even small ones, was harder than I’d thought it would be.

“Are we finished?” Caleb asked from the sink, where he was making his way through the pile of dirty dishes.

I licked the cream cheese frosting from the knife, savoring the hint of lemon zest I’d sprinkled in the mixture. “Yep. All done.”

Caleb made a fist in the air. “Nice. Thanks for letting me help out. I had a lot of fun.”

I walked over to him and acted like I was going in for a hug, but as he reached his arms out, I dropped the knife into the bowl of dozens of other dirty utensils.

I giggled as I backed away, but he grabbed me by the waist, lifting me off of my feet.

“You didn’t think you were getting away without hugging me, right?” He asked, laughing as I squirmed in his arms.