“Yes, no thanks to you. Why?”
“Because you’re quiet.”
“Who can get a word in?” she asked as conversations crisscrossed the table.
“How about a professional query?”
She eyed him warily over a bite of French toast. “Such as?”
“I need a cake.”
“Everyone needs cake, Del.”
“That should be your slogan. Dara’s coming back from maternity leave. I thought we’d do a little office welcome back, happy baby and all that.”
It was a nice thing to do for his paralegal, and very like him. “When?”
“Ah, Thursday.”
“As in this Thursday?” Also just like him, she thought. “What kind of cake?”
“A good one.”
“That’s the only kind I make. Give me a clue here. How many people?”
“Maybe twenty.”
“Sheet or layered?”
He sent her a pleading look. “Help me, Laurel. You know Dara. Just whatever you figure.”
“Is she allergic to anything?”