Chapter FourteenSpencer
Spencer pulled his vehicle out of the company parking lot and dialed his mom’s number on the hands-free phone. He had wanted to call her at lunch just to touch base on the cake situation, but he got wrapped up in a conference call that flowed over into his lunch.
His mom ran down a list of all the cookies she had finished making, and was talking about candy pearls and fondant icing. He tried to pay attention, but he was driving, and his first focus was the road. Now he wasn’t sure if the candy pearls were made out of fondant, or they were pearls of candy being used to decorate the fondant. Not that it mattered.
“Mom, is there anything I can do to help?” Spencer asked, concerned. He wasn’t sure what he could do, because he was the last person anyone would ask for
