We gently negotiated the cake back into the dehumidifier and closed the door. I leaned against a counter and let out a quiet "f**k" of relief. Emma laughed, and even the unflappable Max took a breath and sighed it out.
"Hard bit done," he said. "Now Tony's just got to get it there."
I eyed a window. "s**t, that took a while. It's getting dark out."
"Got somewhere to be?" asked Max.
"Nah."
"No news from the pianist then?"
"Nah."
"Sorry, mate."
I shrugged, then leaned into Emma's sympathetic hug.
"Doesn't know what she's missing," my second mum quietly observed.
"Yeah, well, story of my life, isn't it. f**k me, I need a glass of wine."
"Don't look at me," said Emma. "Sean's got the dinner on and he'll get grumpy if I'm late."
"Just leave the apron and stuff," I said. "I'll deal w
