It was nine a.m., which meant Veronica would be expecting me at the office any minute. But the last way I wanted to start my day was by telling my employer that I'd almost gotten arrested for burglary of a bank. So instead, I flopped down at the kitchen table and opened the bakery box in front of me. Bradley might not have known where I would go when I left the bank last night, but I sure did—to Bittersweet Confections on Magazine Street. It was closed by the time I got there, but luckily the night baker let me in when she saw my frantic face and fancy attire. Naturally, I bought the peanut butter–banana Elvis cupcake to wolf down in the car and the decadently chocolate Bittersweet Cake to scarf up at home. The King was indirectly responsible for me entering that security room, after all, and a cake eaten following a fight with one's boyfriend can only be bittersweet. I picked up a knife and scraped the sludgy remains of the cake bottom from the box. As I slid the yummy goo into my mouth, I remembered how angry Bradley had been.
