“Now, you know I ain’t one to lie,” he said as he dipped a finger into the cake batter when he thought she was not looking.
“Keep your hands out of there, old man.”
“You can’t tell your father what to do. I am testing the quality of the dessert. I think it needs more chocolate,” he said, sampling more of the batter with two fingers this time. …
“Is the oven ready?” she asked, hoping to dodge the imminent lecture.
“Don’t worry yourself. It will be ready for my Chocolate Mud Cherry Cheesecake Squares once you finish with the cream cheese. You know, that is one of the most long-winded descriptions for a recipe I have ever heard. What tomfool came up with that nonsense?”
Cassandra looked over her shoulder. “You did.” — The Invitation (RIVETED, Book 1)