“Hmm…I’ll text Dylan to let him know you’re making non-wheat based pizza. They should just be getting out of practice. They have a game tomorrow and if this is healthy, they’ll appreciate it.”
“I don’t have enough dough for the whole team. Just this one pizza.”
“You just put dough in the oven.”
“Empty dough so I could test it.”
“How long does it take to make more.”
“It needs to sit overnight for it to be a decent dough.”
“I’ll tell him to just bring himself and Hutch.”
“Do you have to?”
“He should get to taste the experiment you did just for him, don’t you think?”
“You’re a menace.”
“I’ve been called worse.” She pulls out her phone and shoots off a quick text. “Now, do you want me to finish chopping veggies for you while you make the sauce?”
“I’d appreciate it.”
“You make your own sauce too?” Will’s head swivels in our direction.
“Yeah. It’s healthier if you make it yourself.”
Thirty minutes later, the sauce is done and I’m just loading up the dough to put in the oven when the door opens and Dylan comes in, followed by Hutch and Collin. Another who looks familiar follows them. One pizza is not going to be enough for everyone.
“Don’t worry,” Jenny whispers. “I ordered Papa Johns for the rest of us.”
Thank God.
“And there is the back up!”
“I got it.” Hutch waves her away and pays for the pizza. He comes in carrying eight boxes. She bought enough pizza for an army.
“It’ll get eaten,” she assures me. “When the other guys wander in, they’ll devour it.”
Dylan’s face falls when he sees just one pizza ready for the oven. “This is not going to feed the three of us.”
“Sure it will.” Jenny slaps his stomach as she goes by. “You’re on a strict diet. More than two slices will be bad for you no matter what the crust is made from. The cheese you know?”
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“I made guiltless cheesecake.”
“What’s that?” he asks, immediately happy.
“Something you can eat that tastes good.”
“Is that one of those diabetic recipes you told me about?” Hutch sets the pizzas down on a counter behind me and then comes over to stare at the pizza I’m putting the finishing touches on.
“Yes. There’s sugar in it, but not enough to actually hurt you. Y’all can even have two pieces of it after you eat pizza.”
“Two?” New guy’s eyes light up.
“Daisy, this is Carson. He’s our goalie.”
