She agreed to let me help! “Sure thing.”

Kelly picked up the order sheet. “He likes chocolate, peanut butter, and caramel. No mint. No fruit. No pastel colors. No cupcakes. No frilly stuff.”

“He really said all that? More like a list of what he doesn’t want.”

“Men. Go figure.”

He held his tongue.

“Yep. See? It’s right here.” She turned the page around for Andrew to read. “Actually,” she continued, “I think the six-tier wedding cake has him a little freaked out. It’s pretty fancy. And very frilly.”

“Fair enough.” He’d probably feel the same way.

“So, I’m making it up to him with an amazing groom’s cake. I’m thinking chocolate with peanut butter center. I’ve done tons of themed groom’s cakes, but I want this one to be special.”

“A theme?” Andrew chewed his bottom lip as he pondered. “He loved fishing. What if we made a big fishing lure? We could do edible metallic hooks.”

“For a bachelor party, maybe, but this is their wedding. It needs to be a little classy,” she said.

“Okay, fine, but seriously, how much has Rusty changed? Because the Rusty I remember is about the furthest thing from classy I’ve ever known.”

Kelly pulled her apron over her head and put her hands on her hips. “He’s Dr. Addams now. He’s kind of a lot classy, actually. You haven’t kept up at all, have you?”

“No. I haven’t.” It hadn’t been entirely intentional. He’d been busy. “But you don’t miss what you don’t know about.”

The way she was looking at him, he knew that she was going to say like me, but she held her tongue. Instead, she said, “I guess that’s one way to look at things.” Kelly turned her back to him and began pacing the floor.

“Think mode,” he said in a sing-songy way like he used to back in the day.

“Some things will never change,” she admitted as she made two more passes across the kitchen. “I’ve got it.” She snapped her fingers. “I’ll do a simple square layer cake. Chocolate with peanut butter filling. He does still love fishing, but we’ll do a simple watercolor blue fondant and a fish leaping out of the top.”

“I can help make this magnificent with some sugar work.” He grabbed a piece of paper and sketched it out. “Edible sugar glass for the water. Like it’s splashing up. It’ll look like that fish just jumped in the air. That would be cool.”

“I’ve never done sugar glass.”

“I can teach you. It’s amazing. You’ll love it. It’ll change your life.”

“I like my life just fine, thank you,” she said, but she’d said it playfully. “I’ll make the chocolate cake with peanut butter centers and a simple chocolate crumb coat.”