Courtship of the Cake Quotes

“Wasting away
Waiting to be found
Hard to find the words
When I can’t hear a sound
Lost in the fray
Stumble to the ground
Cannot be heard
When you’re not around
Faking your way
Leading me along
Dying each day
As I sing you my song”
― Jessica Topper, Courtship of the Cake

“Without warning
Dawn slices through the night
I said I’d stay
Till the morning
You know I tried with all my might
Don’t blame me for leaving
Blame the time, the place, the night
How was I to know
Without warning
Something would start to feel so right”
― Jessica Topper, Courtship of the Cake

“Of course my van had broken down two weeks into the tour. Mean Mistress Mustard had given a shudder and a sigh as I coaxed her toward a hilly stretch along Route 321 between Boone and Charlotte, North Carolina, as if to say, “Girlfriend, you want me to do what ? Please, bitch. I’m forty-two years old.” I had stood by her bumper, cursing Jax and his entire unborn line of privileged progeny.”
― Jessica Topper, Courtship of the Cake

“He grabbed me in a tight hug. “Hey now, is that a rolling pin in your front pocket, or are you happy to see me?” He had obviously recovered fast, as his lame baker joke mechanism was intact.

“Offset spatula, actually.” I thumped on his back. “Good to see you, man.”
― Jessica Topper, Courtship of the Cake

“Without Mick, this place would just be . . . bed,” Bear joked, back to grab the last suitcase. “Or bed-and-make-your-own-damn-toast.”
― Jessica Topper, Courtship of the Cake

“So, Dani . . . is that short for Danielle?” I searched for you, I tried to convey with my eyes. Scoured the Internet for your sister’s wedding announcement, knowing you shared a maiden name. Hunted through the White Pages . . .

“Danica.”

Ah, no wonder. I hoped every Danielle James in the tri-state area would forgive me for cyber-stalking them. It hadn’t occurred to me there might be a variant. “So, um . . . how’d you two meet?” And where? And when? My brain wanted to scream. And why. Why, why, why?

Nash’s arm slid around Dani’s waist, pulling her against his hip. “We met on tour, if you can believe that. She was a damsel in distress.”

Dani gave a cute snort. “You thought I was a groupie in heat.”

“My bad.” Nash gave a shrug and winked in my direction. “I’ll never forget, seeing her out the tour bus window for the first time. She was standing by this old, broken-down van at the side of the road, waving a white lacy thong like a matador—” He butted his forehead against her shoulder, like a big bull come to rut.

“Oh?” I managed, swallowed hard. The espresso I’d had earlier threatened to burn its way back up my throat.

“It wasn’t a thong , you perv!” Dani gave a tug on his long locks. “It was a camisole. And it was the only thing white I had.”
― Jessica Topper, Courtship of the Cake

“We’d get through this little arrangement of ours better if you didn’t lie to me, Nash.”

“Christ, Dani. I needed to get out of town for a few hours today, okay? Quinn’s got me running so many chores in her mom-wagon, I can feel my balls shrinking in daily increments. So I went to get a little girlie-action. So what? That was never verboten in our agreement. Unless you want to amend your anti-sex-with-me stance?”

I glared at him, not appreciating his suggestion, or the fact that he used Mick as an excuse for girlie-action-getting. “Fine!” He held up his hands in surrender. “I went with Sindy, if you must know.”

“To pick up girls in Atlantic City?”

“No.” He hung his head in shame. “It was a little pony-action. She likes the horse races, okay? It’s just a little embarrassing to say I drove an old lady down there.” I planted my hands on my hips. “Okay, so she drove! I hate the traffic on the turnpike.”
― Jessica Topper, Courtship of the Cake

“Love is like a soldier, Dani. Even if it comes back, it’s never the same.”
― Jessica Topper, Courtship of the Cake