Games We Play by Cynthia Dane & Hildred Billings

Author:Cynthia Dane & Hildred Billings [Dane, Cynthia & Billings, Hildred]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lesbian Romance
Publisher: Barachou Press
Published: 2018-02-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

A large cupcake order came in first thing Thursday morning. Leah had enough in her baking pan already, but Enid told her to stop everything she was doing to personally tackle the cupcake decorating. Oh, and it was due by three, when the client wanted to pick them up.

“Yikes,” Gina muttered, before going back to her birthday cake assignment. “What did you do to piss the boss off?”

“More likely that the client dumped a bunch of bonus money into getting this by three.” Leah looked over the instructions. What utter gibberish! Each cupcake was to have fresh white cream frosting, but the only decoration was a single letter or number written on each one. Maybe it’s for some party theme. Leah wasn’t paid to ask questions, however. She was paid to decorate some damned cupcakes, so that’s what she did as soon as she washed up and put on her gloves.

She decorated them in the same grid formation that the instructions came in. Three dozen cupcakes were lined up in neat rows, and the first letter Leah pumped out with dark purple frosting was a big, hearty “C.” The next one was a “G.” A few numbers broke up the monotony.

It wasn’t until she was nearly finished that she realized the cupcakes actually did spell something.

“Chicago, V-Day. No. 47 8:30 am.”

Leah took a step back once the letters and numbers made sense. God knew what she immediately thought of when she saw the name “Chicago.”

V-Day was Valentine’s Day. No. 47… wasn’t that the flight number she took the last time she flew to Chicago to see Sloan? I flew at 8:30 am! Leah dropped her frosting, a gasp rattling her throat.

“What is it?” Gina asked, looking up from her Minion’s cake. “Happy Birthday, Didi!” was halfway to spelled out in neon yellow frosting. “Did you fuck up?”

Leah picked up her frosting and insisted that nothing had happened, but as soon as Enid walked back to the check on the projects, Leah asked, “Do you know who made this order?”

Her boss furrowed her brows. “I know who it’s for, but beyond making sure we get paid, I don’t care who puts in the order. Why?”

“No reason. It’s… a weird order, you know?”

“I don’t ask questions, as long as we do it right. Are you done with that, by the way? I need you up front as soon as it’s done.”

“I still have the groom’s cake for…”

“Up front, please. I need to take my lunch.”

As soon as the cupcakes were in the cooler, Leah stole to the front of the shop and waited for the first opportunity to sneak a text to Sloan. “Do you know anything about these cupcakes I made?” She never received a response.

She almost missed the arrival of a young man around three. He popped into the bakery, his sweatshirt heralding him as a member of a local social services center. They had been in the news often, lobbying for new and improved homeless shelters in neighborhoods that desperately needed them.

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