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K.D.heard an altered thread in Ellyn’s tone.Surely she didn’t think … anything.
She lifted one shoulder in a shrug.
“Don’t do that,” Rebecca pin-mumbled.
“Don’t care as long as the cake’s not banana,” she said.
“Why not banana?”Kendra asked immediately.
“My mother got horribly sick on a banana when she was pregnant with me and she swears that’s why I’ve hated them all my life.The smell, the taste, everything about them.”
“How strange,” Rebecca said.“Quarter turn.”
That brought K.D.around to face the other two women.
“Good.Now I can measure.”Kendra stepped forward with a measuring tape and tangle made out of metal hangers.
“Measure?”
“Have to see you in the dress to see the proportions for the bouquet.I can adjust the form for a visual, but I like to measure, too.”
K.D.frowned.“There’s no need for all this.We only need a few photos.”
“Doing this wedding right will give you a firm foundation,” Ellyn said.
“This wedding is the part we can help with.”Kendra spread the tape measure across K.D.’s waist.“You and Eric are doing the real work in protecting people who come to Marriage-Save, not to mention our community.All we can do is give you a realistic wedding so the photos and video help your cover story.We’ll do that the best we can, so you two don’t need to give it a second thought.”
The others agreed.K.D.didn’t know what to say.The guys she worked with would lay down their lives for each other and for her.But support in something less drastic wasn’t their way.Not unless they could hammer, shovel, or rev it.
Rebecca saved her from needing to respond.
“Got it,” she announced.“Let’s get you out of this — carefully — and eat cake.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“I’d trade in my badge for a full-time career as a cake-sampler.Your cakes, anyway,” K.D.said to Ellyn after the first bite of the last cake option.She closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the next bite.“This is beyond sinful.”
“The cake?That’s not what you’re reacting to.You like the icing,” Eric said.
Her eyes popped open.
To his slow, easy smile.She felt it pulling her mouth toward an answering smile.
“I do have a sweet tooth,” she admitted.
“Tooth?Try a sweet mouth.”Eric winked at her.
Almost before the wink ended, she saw him recognize the double meaning in his words.So she knew he hadn’t done it on purpose.
Yet, there it was — him connecting the notion of a sweet mouth with her — hanging between them, like a rope shrinking with each breath, tugging them closer.
“What a line,” Grif said.“Wish I’d come up with it.”
Thank you, Grif.His words snapped that rope, and reminded K.D.of the other people in the room.
Ellyn said, “You still haven’t said which cake.”
“Any of them, truly.As long as it has this butter cream frosting.It’s amazing.”
