“So glad you could make it,” Becky said, every inch the gracious hostess, though the irony in her serene smile told him Lydia would be getting the teasing of her life when the two women found some privacy. He glanced at his lady and saw her beaming. Oh well. Everyone's going to know, and everyone's going to weigh in, I guess.
“Yeah, we took a small detour,” he told the lovely blond, “but we made it in the end. Now, if it's all right with you, I think I have to try a piece of this cake. You know, see if it's up to Miss Lydia's usual standards.”
Lydia laughed and swatted his arm. “It's better,” she insisted immodestly.
“It is,” James Heitschmidt agreed around his fork. Then he swallowed, his freckled Adam's apple bobbing. “I've never tasted a cake this good.”
“Oh, go on.” Lydia blushed a
