7
“It’s for you.”
Cady lifted an enquiring eyebrow. “Again?”
Meredith laughed. “Yep. When you decorated Granny Benton’s cake, I knew the residents of Garrison would jump on your services. And when I saw Dotty Knightley at church on Sunday, she was tickled to think she might finally get to retire. She’d be pleased to hand the reins over to someone else.” Meredith handed Cady the telephone receiver. “It’s Lorna Mendez; she runs the gift store on Main Street. She wants to talk to you about decorating a cake for her son Rory’s eighteenth birthday on the fourth of October.”
Cady shook her head. “I’m not going to do this.” The idea that Dotty Knightley thought Cady was going to take over Garrison’s cake decorating requirements sent a swirl of panic through her chest. “I’m not staying here!”
