Chapter 5Between the nap and the baking he almost ended up late for work. Mel was on her way into the kitchen, but when she saw him hustling over with the cake pan, she glared at him with such vehemence he thought she’d fire him for mental cruelty.
“It’s for Stacey!” he blurted. “She told me to make it!”
Mel just rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she went through the swinging doors.
“Ooh, he threw you under the bus, Stace,” Tony said. He still had his goatee, Brandon noted, though it was smaller. Mel was such a marshmallow when it came to her husband.
“I don’t care. I’ve got cake.” Stacey thip-thiped to Brandon and all but snatched the cake out of his hands. “You made frosting!” she yelled, then shoved the cake pan at Tony so she could hug Brandon violently around his neck. “You mad
