Working at Personal Chef all day and Inferno all night was killing her, and even though Jack’s end-of-the-week deadline had spurred her on, she had zip to show for it. Usually her creative process worked much faster than this. She loved food, and she came up with her best ideas when she was pondering what she would like to have for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Maybe that was the problem. She wasn’t hungry. Her stomach growled. Apparently, she could lie to herself, but her body was not going to be her willing accomplice. She left the line and headed for the bakeshop, craving the intense, instant comfort of Emily’s chocolate cake. She’d had a piece every night this week. Why stop now? Emily laughed when she saw her. “Right on time. How’s it going?” Lila shook her head and groaned. “Better make it a big piece, with lots of caramel.” She could use the sugar rush for inspiration. Where was all of the creativity that had been pumping through her brain earlier in the week?
