It’s Cal here. Thought I’d just touch base with you about the cake photos.” Cal walked around the kitchen, the phone against his ear, tidying up in a desultory fashion. One-handed, he couldn’t accomplish much, and he wondered why he was even bothering. It looked okay to him, and he was pretty sure Tom would agree. “Oh, Tom mentioned that, did he?” Cal frowned. “Yeah. What’s the matter? You sound kinda down. Did you change your mind? I know I did them last time, but if you want to use someone else, I get it.” “No! No way. You did a great job, and there’s no one I want more. It’s not that.” Derek took a breath that Cal could hear over the phone. “You and Tom… You’re getting along?” “We had a few wobbles at the start, but yeah, we’re friends now. Or at least I’d like to think we are.” Telling himself that Tom wouldn’t get Derek to pass on a message if that had changed—and Cal’s conscience was clear—he cleared his throat.
