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babysitter. This is a lot of work.”
    “I knew that when I started the company. But I like it. And it’s the only way I have to earn enough money to support my kids.”
    Which took him back to the thing that made him so mad. “Your ex should be paying child support.”
    Irritation caused Missy’s chest to expand. She might have been able to accept his help because he was still the nice guy he used to be. But he hadn’t offered because he was a nice guy. He’d offered because he felt sorry for her, and she hated that.
    “Don’t feel sorry for me!”
    He snorted in disgust. “I don’t feel sorry for you. I’m angry with your ex.”
    Was that any better? “Right.”
    “Look, picking a bad spouse isn’t a crime. If it was, they’d toss me in jail and throw away the key.”
    She almost laughed. She’d forgotten he had his own tale of woe.
    “I’m serious. Betsy cheated on me, lied to me, tried to set my employees against me. All while she and her lawyers were negotiating for a piece of my company in a divorce settlement. She wanted half.”
    Wide-eyed, Missy glanced over at him. “She cheated on you and tried to get half your company?” Jeff emptying their tiny savings account was small potatoes compared to taking half a company.
    “Yes. She only ended up with a third. ” Wyatt sighed. “Feel better?”
    She smiled sheepishly. “Sort of.”
    “So there’s nobody in this car who’s better than anybody else. We both picked lousy spouses.”
    She relaxed a little. He really didn’t feel sorry for her. They were kind of kindred spirits. Being left with triplets might seem totally different than having an ex take a third of your company, but the principle was the same. Both had been dumped and robbed. For the first time in four years she was with somebody who truly “got it.” He wasn’t helping her because he thought she was weak. He wasn’t helping her because he was still the sort of sappy kid she’d known in high school. He was helping her because he saw the injustice of her situation.
    That pleased her enough that she could accept his assistance. But truth be told, she also knew she needed the help.
    When they arrived at the country club, she pulled into a parking space near the service door to facilitate entry. She opened the back of her SUV and he gasped.
    “Wow.”
    Pride shimmied through her. Though the cake was simple—white fondant with pink dots circling the top of each layer, and pink-and-lavender orchids as the cake top—it was beautiful. A work of art. Creating cakes didn’t just satisfy her need for money; it gave expression to her soul.
    “You like?”
    “Those flowers aren’t real?”
    “Nope. Those are gum paste flowers.”
    “My God. They’re so perfect. Like art.”
    She laughed. Hadn’t she thought the same thing? “It will be melted art if we don’t get it inside soon.”
    They took the layers into the event room and set up the cake on the table off to the right of the bride and groom’s dinner seating. Around them, the caterers put white cloths on the tables. The florist brought centerpieces. The event room transformed into a glorious pink-and-lavender heaven right before their eyes.
    Around four, guests began straggling in. They signed the book and found assigned seats as the bar opened.
    At five-thirty the bride and groom arrived. A murmur rippled through the room. Missy sighed dreamily. This was what happened when a bride and groom were evenly matched. Happiness. All decked out in white chiffon, the beautiful bride glowed. In his black tux, the suave and sophisticated groom could have broken hearts. Wyatt looked at his watch.
    “We have about two hours before we get to the cake,” Missy told him.
    He groaned. “Wonder what Owen’s doing right now?”
    “You’d rather be in the sandbox?”
    “All men would rather be playing in dirt than making nice with a bunch of people wearing monkey suits.”
    She laughed. That was certainly not the old nerdy Wyatt she