Page 59 of Screwed
Well, shit. This was no good.
No, no. She was just feeling down because of the conversation she’d just had with Mama. Which was the way she usually felt after a conversation with her mother. Damn.
She bit her lip, then looked around for her cell phone. Crap, it was still in her purse. Possibly dead. She hurried out to find her purse on the table where she’d dropped it last night when she and Cash had arrived home. Hmm, still a sliver of power left.
She typed in a text message to Cash.
Mama is gone. I’m going back to bed… Want to join me?
She stared at it for a long moment, her insides tight, heart fluttering. Then she deleted it.
She couldn’t do that. Sure she wanted to be with him, but she knew it made him feel guilty. Mama showing up like that had been a stark reminder of the dangerous game they were playing. It was better if they just stayed friends. Plus he’d said he had things to do today.
She turned on her computer and opened Facebook. Her eyes popped open wide as she took in all the notifications. What the duck fuck was going on?
She started clicking, and her eyes stayed wide as she read all the messages, including one from Heather White, the wedding planner, asking for her website link.
Ack!
She grabbed for her cell phone again and quickly tapped it to call Kristy. “Hey! How’s that website coming along?”
“Working on it right now, as a matter of fact. I have some things to show you. I’ll send you a link.”
“I’m getting all kinds of questions about making more cakes! And a wedding planner wants my website link!”
“Holy shit!”
“I know!” She told Kristy about the encounter yesterday when she’d dropped off the cake.
Well, the encounter with the wedding planner. Not the encounter with Cash, or his “encounter” with the two idiots who’d been flirting with her at the Wild Turkey, or their,ahem, sexual encounters after that.
She stayed on the phone as she clicked the links Kristy sent her to see the design she’d come up with. “Oh, it’s beautiful.” It was perfect. Elegant, classy, and simple, with a lot of white and a simple font. A series of photographs of one of her cakes, some pink macarons, and sugar flowers rotated across the home page.
“We can change those photos,” Kristy said. “Or add more. I just got those off your Facebook page.”
“Those are good. We could add a few more. I’ll do some on the white marble. I really like it, Kristy!”
“Check the text on each page and let me know if you want any changes. Otherwise, we’re good to go live.”
“Thank you so much! You’re amazing! Oh, hey, I need business cards. Can you design some that look like the website?”
“Sure. That’s easy. Oh wait, do you want to use a photograph? Because then we’d need a high-res image.”
“Um. No, I don’t need a photo on my cards. Just that fancy, scrolly ‘Caked’ and my name and email address and website.”
“And phone number.”
“Yes. Oh my God. I should have a different phone number for the business.” She groaned. “This is all happening too fast. And not fast enough.”
“Okay, I’ll work on it. Monday, you get your new phone number set up and let me know, and I’ll add it to the design and get them printed.”
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. This is fun!”
“You’re so talented.”
“We each have our own talents,” Kristy said with a laugh. “Sounds like you might be busy baking cakes for the next while.”
