Page 3 of A Moment for Us
“We had a cake incident.”
She gags and covers her nose. “I see that.”
“Go into the other room, I’ll clean it up.”
She takes Amelia’s hand and moves out of the room.
“What was that all about?” Josh asks.
“She has developed an aversion to vanilla.”
Grayson walks in, looks at what was once the cake, and sets down a garbage can and a roll of paper towels. “Only you, Josh.”
“Hey, it wasn’t only me.”
“I had a part too.” I take my share of blame. Had I put the cake down before turning, none of this would’ve happened.
“Don’t worry, Deals, I would never blame you. We all know it’s always Josh’s fault.”
Josh flips off his brother. “Ass.”
Gray ignores him and addresses me. “Listen, I need to help with Amelia since Jess is getting sick, do you think you can clean this up?”
“Of course,” I say quickly.
“Thanks.”
I grab the paper towels and get to work. First, I wipe everything off my shirt, noting that the pink icing stains will probably never come out. Great. And now I need to go home and change before I head to work in a few hours.
So, I give up on trying to clean myself off and kneel to start wiping up the cake splattered on the floor.
Josh grabs the garbage can and squats. “Here, I’ll help.”
Together, we clean up the mess that was Amelia’s cake while Stella and Gray console Amelia.
Stella enters the room, a smile on her face when she sees us. “You both are a damn mess, but I fixed it. Have no fear. I’m back to being the favorite.”
Josh scoffs. “That’s what you think.”
“I don’t think it, Joshua, I know it. Auntie Stella, Uncle Jack, and Kinsley are going to the store to buy her six different kinds of ice cream and every topping they make since Uncle Josh ruined her cake.”
He rolls his eyes. “Enjoy it while it lasts. I’ll win her back.”
“You better start saving because the only way that’s going to happen is if you buy the girl an elephant.” She waves with just the tips of her fingers. “See ya later, cake killer.”
I laugh, and his eyes meet mine. “What?” I ask.
“Nothing, I just don’t hear you laugh often. It’s beautiful.”
I’m over him. I’m over him.
“I laugh plenty,” I say a little defensively.
“I didn’t mean you don’t, you just don’t do it around me.”
“Maybe I don’t have any reason to laugh then.”
His long lashes fall, and he sighs. “I’m sorry for that.”
