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An hour later found htest stars, spooning pound cake batter into two loaf pans and shooshing Grace over to her side of the island

"It doesn’thalf the work"

"I’m like your sous chef," Grace protested as I pulled out a kitchen stool and pointed at it

"Sit down, relax, stay on your side of the kitchen, and I’ll let you lick this" I held up a beater

"It’s a good thing Jack’s not hoo by," she said with a chuckle "But I do want to lick that, so I’ll stay over here"

I sht about how I held sway over one of television’s biggest stars with just a battery beater Why couldn’t all my clients have been like her? It was silent for a few h a script and I worked on

"So they all just canceled on you? Just like that?" she asked, looking up from her papers

I kept my eye on my loaf pans "I shouldn’t have told you That was incredibly unprofessional"

"It was also incredibly unprofessional when Jack offered you a threeso of spotted dick Unprofessional is hoe roll"

I snorted in spite of ht, and Jack the Brit was beside himself So beside himself that he really had offered his body in return for future proper English sweets

I really shouldn’t have unloaded everything on Grace, as nice and as welco and the artichoke pruning, she’d guessed that so me And before I knew it, the entire story had poured out

"So your h, yes Ridiculous idea"

"I don’t know, I’ve seen the show a few times Always looks fun"