Semi-Sweet On You (Hot Cakes #4) - Erin Nicholas Page 0,32

down to Henry. “Have fun.”

Cam covered his mic and leaned toward Ollie. “You paying her back that three thousand for savin’ you?”

Ollie shook his head, still watching Piper. “We didn’t plan that.”

“She’s digging into her savings for you?”

Ollie finally looked over and gave Cam a little smile. “Well, I did offer her three thousand dollars to make me some of her sweet and sour meatballs yesterday.”

Cam laughed. “Did you get the meatballs yet?”

“Guessing I’ll have them tomorrow.”

Cam shook his head, grinning.

“And last but not least, Camden McCaffery,” Dax announced, pulling Cam’s attention back to the center of the stage.

Cam straightened and gave the crowd a big grin, even as he stupidly wished Whitney was over here.

Wouldn’t it be a nice twist if she came walking over and bid a couple thousand on him to take everyone immediately out of the running the way Piper had for Ollie?

Better yet, Whitney could bid a cool five grand and make him the big winner, while she was at it.

“Five thousand dollars!” a voice called out.

But it was not Whitney’s.

Everyone, including Dax and, of course, Cam, turned toward the voice.

It was Didi Lancaster. Whitney’s grandmother. The ex-owner of Hot Cakes. The founder. Cam’s grandmother’s ex-best friend and nemesis for the past half century.

She was being helped up the steps that led to the chair they’d designated for her as the final judge. A place of honor, really.

“Didi?” Dax asked, casting a glance in Cam’s direction. “Are you… what did you say?”

She got to the top of the steps and let go of the young man who’d helped her up. She straightened the hat on her head that reminded Cam of the hats the Queen of England wore. It was a carnation pink that was the exact color of the lighter pink in the Hot Cakes logo and it matched the skirt and jacket she wore over a buttoned-up white blouse.

Cam had a flash of this is where Whitney gets it but he shook it off. Kind of. Whitney looked very much like her grandmother and he couldn’t help but think he was looking at Whitney at age seventy-two. Put together. Classy. Beautiful. Mildly intimidating.

“I said,” Didi said, “that I’m bidding five thousand dollars.”

The crowd was completely silent.

Dax gave Cam a what the hell? look.

Yeah, Cam had no fucking idea.

“You’re bidding five thousand dollars for what?” Dax asked.

“To have dessert with Camden, of course,” Didi said, giving Dax a look that clearly said she thought he was a cupcake short of a dozen.

“Ooookay,” Dax said.

Cam looked out over the crowd. But there was no one who had more than five thousand dollars. For one thing. For another, no one was going to tangle with Didi Lancaster.

“Looks like I just brought in the highest bid,” Cam said. What the hell was he supposed to say? He wasn’t going to decline time with the woman in front of the entire town. And she was feisty, but she wasn’t exactly scary.

He was a little curious about what she had in mind here, honestly.

He’d spoken to Didi maybe twice in his entire life. But she’d grown up as his grandmother’s best friend. She’d helped start the bakery where he’d grown up and where his mom had worked and that his sister now owned.

And she was Whitney’s grandmother.

He wasn’t going to disrespect her, and having a conversation—and some chocolate coconut bars—with her for an hour or so could be interesting.

“Looks like you have,” Dax agreed, following Cam’s lead. “So… going… going… gone!” he said. He pointed at Didi. “You’re the winner.”

She smoothed the front of her jacket. “I’m ready to go. I certainly hope you’re going to drive the Roadster.”

The 1960 MGA Roadster was actually Dax’s car but Cam looked at his friend and Dax nodded.

It was a helluva nice car and Cam wouldn’t turn down the chance to drive it. He was surprised Didi knew the car even existed, but hey, she’d just agreed to pay five thousand dollars to eat cookies with him. He’d drive her in whatever she wanted.

“I guess I’m ready too,” Cam said, pulling the apron off over his head. He wasn’t sure how this part was supposed to go.

“Well, hang on there,” Dax said quickly. “We need Didi to pick the winning recipe first.”

Piper was suddenly up on the stage next to Didi.

So she hadn’t gone far. Cam grinned. He should have known she wouldn’t let them too far out of her sight.

Piper handed Didi a pink plastic fork. “Let’s get you a taste