Awkward, Laurel thought. “Ah, Delaney Brown, Nick—”
“Pelacinos,” Del said. “It took me a minute.”
“Del, sure.” Nick held out a hand for a shake. “It’s been a while. How are you?”
Or not awkward at all, Laurel decided as the two men settled in.
“I talked toTerri and Mike just a couple weeks ago. Are you in the market for a wedding
cake?”
“Me? No. I have a cousin getting married here in a few months.”
“Nick’s grandmother’s visiting from Greece,” Laurel put in, in case they’d forgotten she
was there. “We had a pre-event event so she could see the setup.”
“Right. I was by that night.”
“You should’ve joined the party. It was a good one.”