Page 25 of Oh Baby: A Holiday Novella

“Didn’t Reid just sign a deal with Nike?” Marcus asked.

“Yup,” Mason confirmed. “We’re doing a commercial together next year.”

“Oh Lordt,” Zora joked. “That’sgonna break the damn Internet.”

All the women laughed in agreement.

Donning fancy oven mitts, Prissy and Asha removed the aluminum pans from the double ovens and set them down on the center island.

As everyone gravitated toward the good-smelling food, Prissy peeled off the foil covers with a dramatic flourish and cheerfully announced, “Come and get it while it’s hot!”

She didn’t have to tell ’em twice.