“But what I was really thinking was that you talk about him like … like you talk about a piece of decadent chocolate cake.” A honk of a laugh escaped Cath before she could help it. “He is not a piece of cake!” “No, but I can tell you’re already anticipating the time you’ll see him again, and you’re flushed and smiling the same way you do when you’re perfectly satisfied. And … your mother would forbid them both.”
