this worry off your shoulders. Planning a wedding is stressful enough without your baker running off on you.” The man—why was she sure it had to be a man?—should be shot.
A tear trembled in Erin’s thick lashes. “Oh, if you could …”
“I can. And I will. You’ll see. I won’t let you down. I baked several multitiered wedding cakes when I worked in my family’s bakery, before college. And I’ve done four more since then, for friends in Texas who had big, gorgeous weddings.”
The tear escaped Erin’s lashes and spilled down her cheek. She freed a hand from Lizzie’s grasp to take the tissue Ethan had produced for her. “I know it’s only a cake. It’s not the end of the world. I shouldn’t let it get to me like this …”
Erika moved in closer and wrapped an arm around Erin’s shoulder. “It’s all going to work out.” She winked at Lizzie. “My instincts tell me that Lizzie is just what we need right now.”
“Yes, I am,” said Lizzie with a low laugh. “Now come on into the kitchen. I’ll make the coffee and see if we have some packaged cookies around here because I haven’t had time to bake anything yet. You can tell me all about the fabulous cake I’ll be creating for you.”
“Oh, thank you. Thank you …”
Over Erin’s shoulder, Ethan caught Lizzie’s eye and grinned in satisfaction. Lizzie grinned right back at him. He was pleased to have found a way to solve Erin’s problem. And he knew that Lizzie loved it when he brought her a challenge.
The kitchen had a big round table positioned in a bow window very much like the one in Ethan’s house in Texas. In fact, Lizzie had pretty much chosen the house because it seemed to her a slightly smaller version of his Midland home. She’d known he would feel instantly comfortable here—then again, Ethan felt comfortable wherever he was.
He went right to the table and pulled out chairs for the bride and for Erika as Lizzie got the coffee going and put some Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies on a plate. Within a few minutes, they were all munching cookies and sipping coffee.
Lizzie got out her notebook. “Okay, now, tell me all about your perfect wedding cake.”
Erin knew exactly what she wanted. “It has round tiers—six tiers. And real flowers. I have a lot of colors. So I thought if the cake itself was all white, we could put the colors in the flowers. I have mauve, red, purple, apple green, light orange and lilac …” Lizzie jotted down the colors as she ticked them off.
Erika added, “Each of her bridesmaids and matrons gets a different color.”
Erin smiled at her soon-to-be sister-in-law. “Erika’s dress is red.”
“That will be beautiful.” Lizzie started sketching. “Filling?”
“Raspberry preserves? And I want fondant on top of buttercream icing for that beautiful smooth look …”
“The porcelain look,” Lizzie said. “And the fondant holds up well without refrigeration.”
“Yes.” Erin frowned. “I know the fondant isn’t usually very tasty …”
“Mine is—does that sound like I’m bragging?” She shrugged. “Well, I am.”
Erin beamed. “Good. I have to tell you, your confidence is really encouraging.”
Erika chuckled. “Now is not a time she needs a modest baker.”
Ethan let out a rumble of laughter. “Lizzie? Modest about baking? Never. But then, why should she be?”
Lizzie granted him an approving nod. “White cake?” she asked Erin.
Erin said, “We wanted pink champagne cake. And can you add some vanilla mousse filling with the raspberry?”
“You’ve got it. I’ll need to get with your florist. Gerbera daisies in your colors would be nice, trailing in a spiral up over the tiers …”
Erin blinked. “How did you know?”
Lizzie shrugged again. “I can do some pretty white fondant flowers, too, for another accent, as well as edible pearls.” She turned her notebook around so that the other two women could see her sketch of the cake.
Erika made a pleased sound.
Erin was beaming. “Oh, it’s perfect. Just as I pictured it.” She set down her coffee cup. “And I’ve got my checkbook.” She grabbed for the bag she’d hooked on the back of her chair. “I can pay you right now.”
Lizzie put up a hand.
But Ethan was the one who spoke. “No way. Consider it your wedding present.”
Erin looked stunned. “But I couldn’t possibly … No, that’s not right. It’s too much. I know what a cake like this costs.”
Ethan held firm. “You paid once for your cake. Not again.”
“Ethan, you’re a prince. Really. But it’s way too much work for Lizzie. It’s not fair to ask her to give her time and talent away like that.”
Lizzie spoke up then. “Don’t you worry. As I said, I’m honored to create your cake for you. I’m going to love baking your cake for you, I promise you.”
“And I promise,” said Ethan, with that melting look that broke all the girls’ hearts, “that I’ll pick up the tab. It won’t cost Lizzie a penny.”
Lizzie reached over and put her hand on Erin’s slender arm. “Ethan will take care of me. Count on it. He always does.”
Before the two women left, Erin invited Lizzie to the rehearsal dinner the next night.
“I would love to, but I think I need to stay focused, if you know what I mean.” Actually, she probably could have fit in the dinner, but she wouldn’t have been much of a guest because she’d be totally concentrated on all that would need doing the following day. She’d be up at about 4:00 a.m. Saturday, and baking her butt off. Luckily, the wedding was in the late afternoon, giving her a perfectly acceptable window of time to pull it all together.
If she could get all her equipment tomorrow. Which was another reason she didn’t want to commit to dinner Friday night. She could still be running around madly then, trying to scare up cake boards or the right size pans.
“The three of us, then,” said Erin. “You, me and Erika. We’re taking a girls’ night out as soon as Corey and I get back from our honeymoon.”
Lizzie liked the sound of that. “It’s a date.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” promised Erika. “In case there’s anything you think of that I might be able to help with.”
“Thanks. That would be terrific.”
And then, in a flurry of goodbyes and thank-yous, Corey’s bride and Dillon’s wife were gone.
With a sigh, Lizzie sagged against the front door.
Ethan
