Chapter 3
After a long, hot shower, Indy called Quinn, and like a good sister, Quinn arrived quickly, carrying chocolate cake.
Cake. Not cookies. In their family, cookies made you feel better when things went wrong. They celebrated with cake. So much for sisterly commiseration.
Quinn rushed into the living room. “Are you okay? I didn’t have any cookies at home and didn’t think you’d want to wait for me to bake some.”
Relief eased into Indy. Quinn did want to support her. Indy took the plate. “So you just happened to have chocolate cake lying around?”
“Well, you know how I get when I’m nervous. I tried a new recipe.” Quinn tucked her short dark hair behind her ears.
“Nervous about what? The wedding?”
“Dinner with Dad. You forgot, didn’t you?”
Indy rolled her eyes. “No, I didn’t forg
