Jase glanced up from tying his Nikes to see Max clapping Romeo on the shoulder across the locker room. “Good to see you, man. How’s the better half?” “The morning sickness is gone,” Romeo said, grinning. “Sally’s appetite is back, and baby’s been asking for cake. Lots of cake. Like, we’ve gone through four since we got back from Florida.” What Romeo didn’t mention was that he’d been baking the cakes his new wife had been craving from scratch for almost two weeks now. A fact Jase knew, since he’d been the one Romeo called from the grocery store in a panic about whether the cake from the bakery department was going to be good enough. What exactly they put in it, and whether a box mix would be better. He’d been going off the deep end over cake—and friends didn’t let friends go down that way. So Jase had called Janice, gotten a recipe, met Romeo at the store, and taken him back to Chez Foster where they’d muddled through the cake-baking process together like men.
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