Free Wedding Cake Wishes by Dana Corbit

another look down the hall to the kitchen and then turned back to them. “Well, that’s great. Glad to hear it. I have to pick up more cleaning supplies for Haley, anyway.”
    â€œYou know she’s not supposed to be working with harsh cleaners,” Caroline said. “It’s not good for the baby.”
    But Matthew only chuckled at that. “Oh, I know. Haley knows it, too. That’s why she’s having me use them instead, while she drinks lemonade and plays in the sandbox with Lizzie.”
    Though he laughed with the others, Logan couldn’t help sneaking a peek at Caroline. Just when he thought he’d figured her out, she surprised him again. It crossed his mind to wonder why he continued to expect the worst of her, but he decided not to analyze that. He probably wouldn’t like what he found if he did.
    â€œMy baby sister.” Caroline smiled with pride. “I taught her well.”
    As soon as his brother headed out the door again, Logan turned back to her.
    â€œYou seemed awfully certain. You haven’t even been back in the kitchen. How do you know I fixed the sink?”
    â€œDidn’t you?”
    â€œWell, yeah, but—”
    â€œBut nothing. I’ve seen you and your brothers fix anything from a running toilet to a window-sized hole in a ceiling.” She drew her eyebrows together. “Have you forgotten last Christmas when we fixed up that house for the Denton family?”
    â€œHow could I forget that? That place was a disaster when we started working.”
    â€œThen why would you wonder how I would know that you could fix a simple sink clog? If nothing else, the Warren guys are handy. I had no reason to worry.”
    â€œThanks.” But as understanding dawned, he crossed his arms. “Wait. You knew it was that simple, and you had me come in to handle it? Was it just so you could give me a chance to prove myself to the staff?”
    â€œNot just that.” As she stared down at her hands, a small smile played on her lips. “I didn’t want to get my hands dirty.”
    â€œAt least you had a good reason.”
    â€œThat and I was trying to follow the suggestion from a wise group called The Beatles that we all do better with some help from our friends.”
    â€œOkay, this is going to be an odd day if you’re going to start citing wisdom from Sgt. Pepper this early.”
    â€œNext time I’ll wait until after lunch.”
    â€œGood. Now we have that settled.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, thanks.”
    â€œYou’re welcome.”
    At the loud chatter coming from the kitchen, Logan started down the hall with Caroline at his heels. No matter what they’d just told his brother, it appeared that they would be putting out fires all day at the bakery, and he could only hope it wouldn’t be literal fires.
    â€œWhat do you think?” Kamie gestured like a game-show hostess to the three-tier wedding cake with fresh yellow flowers on top and leafy vines trailing down its sides. “It’s done.”
    The others, who had turned from their other activities, broke out in applause.
    â€œGreat job, ladies,” Logan told her. “I’m sure the bride and groom will be impressed.”
    â€œAs long as we get it and the other one to the receptions without damaging them,” Margie added.
    â€œWe will,” he assured them. “Those weddings—at least our part in them—will be perfect.”
    â€œYeah, perfect,” Caroline echoed.
    When Logan glanced over at her, he expected her to be grinning, chuckling even. He wasn’t disappointed. Mirth danced in her eyes, bringing a touch of light to their sapphire depths. But her smile changed then, becoming so warm and potent that Logan’s knees nearly buckled.
    He’d imagined the change; that had to be it. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d misread signals from Caroline. Still, he couldn’t