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She turned back to hi? That will take hours”

He grunted

She gritted her teeth “Why do we need a seven-layer, strawberry-lemon cake?”

“Because I said so” There was an incredulous note to his voice as though he couldn’t understand why she was asking “I think it should be our signature dessert If you can make one”

“I can make one” She hoped She’d never actually tried but there had to be a recipe she could follow “But I don’t see the point ofit now The restaurant doesn’t open for another feeeks”

“The point is toit on the menu if it tastes like shit”

She rolled her eyes Renard thought everything she made would be shit Until he tasted it Then the best she ever got froht she’d had a dream where he’d asked her to taste one of his dishes She’d turned to him and told him it was “okay” Then she’d run like hell

Jahted cry as he played with his favorite toy, an old stuffed elephant, and she smiled Kind of hard to run like hell with two infants in tow

“All right, I’ll make the cake”

He didn’t reply As though he’d never considered she’d do anything else

A few hours later she was cursing that bastard The cake wasn’t working, her back was aching, and she’d had to stop several times to soothe the boys, ere both restless today

Great Just great

“Doesn’t look like any sort of strawberry-leave her cake a disparaging look

She glared up at hi there”

“Could have fooled me”