Chapter Fifteen

Cake. There were cake everywhere. Every-fucking-where. Normal cake, Chocolate cake, Cheesecake, Red velvet cake, Ooh, Red velvet cake… yummy.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. We are in a bakery, after all, but just the sight of all the cake is making me feel a little sick. I haven’t tasted a thing yet, but I’d bet I’ll be ready to vomit pretty damn soon if the platter in front of me is anything to go by.

I eyed it warily, and Dayton nudged me. “It’s just cake.”

“It’s a lot of cake. I mean, how many different types of cake are there?”

She looked around the bakery. “A lot, evidently.”

“Why do we have to try them all?” I picked up a chocolate cake sample and looked at the label. “Chocolate fudge cake! Well, we both know what that tastes like.”

She grabbed my wrist before I could put it down. “Brenda, humor me, please?”

I turned my face toward her. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.”

She tried to put an annoyed look, but the twitch of her