7
In an attempt to feel like a girl and not like a drained bakery owner, Cari dashed through the shower when she got home. She stepped onto the deck in a pretty floral sundress as Ray came up the steps with Gifford padding beside him. He looked very handsome, juggling a tray in one hand a paper bag in the other.
“Hey!” Ray greeted her with a grin.
“Well, aren’t you in a good mood! There must be something in the air since it’s not even the weekend,” she joked. Cari reached out and took the tray artfully arranged with cheese, fruit, prosciutto, sliced vegetables, and crackers.
“You didn’t have to do all this, Ray. It’s a mini feast, but it does look delicious. Please, sit and relax.” She gestured for Ray to put the bag on the side table.
Shrugging his shoulders, he said, “It wasn’t any
