Ivy Tanner bobbed her head like a woodpecker. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, I'll listen to everything Sinclair says. Sinclair loves me the most!"
Claire Sinclair said one last thing, "If anything happens, call me immediately."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, Sinclair is the best."
"I have to go. I'm busy. Goodbye."
The call ended.
Ivy Tanner handed the phone back to Ethan Kingsley. "Brother Kingsley, I'm done."
Ethan Kingsley took the phone, a charming smile playing on his lips. "Little Cutie, what did your Sinclair say?"
"Cake..." Ivy Tanner only said one word.
Ethan Kingsley understood immediately. He turned and instructed Seth Payne, "Go get a slice of cake for Little Cutie. The kind with fruit on it. Little Cutie likes fruit."
"Yes." Seth Payne turned and left.
Ivy Tanner's heart ached a little. 'So he still remembered she liked cake with fruit.'
'Seriously, why bother remembering her preferences? It's meaningless.'
