Corinne slid a towering slice of coconut cream pie in front of Malika before settling across from her with her own slice of peach pie. A la mode, of course.
Malika forked a bite into her mouth. “Oh my God.”
“Good, isn’t it?”
“I think I just had a foodgasm. I take it back. This is so much better than champagne for celebration.”
“We’ll revisit the champagne once we are gainfully employed in our chosen profession.”
“You didn’t have any after winning Dancing With Wishful?”
Corinne grinned. “Tucker had other ideas for how to celebrate our win.” Her cheeks heated just thinking about it. Who knew he liked a little role play off the stage?
Malika shot her a knowing grin.
Corinne scooped up a bite of pie and studied her friend. “He told me you came to see him.”
One dark brow arched up. “Ma
