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stand up for either of you, but that’s for you two to decide, not me.”
    Angie glared at Tate and crossed her arms over her chest. He scowled back. Neither one of them looked like they were going to budge, until Oz poked his head out of the service window of the van and shouted, “Hey, how about a little help here?”
    Together, Tate and Angie stomped towards the van.
    â€œWhat’s going on with those two?” Marty asked as he joined her.
    â€œA stand-up standoff,” Mel said.
    â€œHuh?” Marty asked. “What the heck does that mean?”
    â€œIt means, ‘Houston, we have a problem,’” Mel said.

Three

    â€œ
Apollo 13
,” Marty said.
    Mel looked at him.
    â€œWhat?” he asked. “I don’t watch movies? Anyway, it’s wrong.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Mel asked.
    â€œThe quote,” Marty said. “I was older than you are now in 1970 when
Apollo 13
launched and what Jack Swigert, the pilot, really said was, ‘Houston, we’ve had a problem here.’”
    Mel tried to wrap her head around the fact that Marty had been almost forty in 1970. She couldn’t make it compute. The world events he’d seen and the things he’d done in his lifetime boggled her mind.
    â€œWow,” she said, finally. “You’re pretty smart for an undead guy.”
    Marty shrugged. “Meh. You pick stuff up along the way, you know, if you’re paying attention.”
    â€œNice outfit, princess.”
    Mel and Marty spun around to see Olivia Puckett standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, not an easy feat with a knife sticking out of her ribs, and a frown marring her zombified features. Like Mel, she had gone with the undead chef thing, which did not make Mel happy for a variety of reasons—not the least of which was that Olivia’s fake blood looked more real than Mel’s. Annoying.
    Mel glared. Olivia Puckett was the owner of Confections, a rival bakery, and had been the bane of Mel’s existence since the day she opened her shop. Their enmity had gotten pretty heated right up until Marty had decided to venture into the online dating world and had inadvertently hooked up with Olivia.
    Mel told herself that this was one of those the-universe-works-in-mysterious-ways sort of situations, but it still felt like a cosmic ass kicking, which was usually what she wanted to do to Olivia.
    The relationship was complicated for Mel because she was afraid if Marty were forced to choose between working at Fairy Tale Cupcakes and his girlfriend, he’d choose the girlfriend. Losing Marty to Olivia would be even worse than losing a bake-off, and so Mel was forced to play nice, but it was an effort.
    â€œI could say the same to you,” Mel said. She crossed her arms over her chest, mimicking Olivia’s stance. “You make an okay zombie chef.”
    â€œOkay?” Olivia bugged her eyes at her. “I am so much better than okay. And who are you to judge since you didn’t even bother to dress up.”
    â€œWhy you—” Mel took two steps towards her nemesis, when she felt someone grab her arm and spin her around.
    â€œAll rightie then, all kidding aside,” Marty wheezed, looking slightly panicked at the catfight that was about to ensue. “Mel, I think they need you at the cupcake van. Liv, how about you show me your setup? I’d like to see where my girl will be during the shindig.”
    â€œYour girl?” Olivia tittered and blushed. “Oh, Martin, you are a charmer.”
    It took everything Mel had to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Then again, given that she was at a zombie walk, it was a look that would work, and she could always say it was part of her shtick.
    She let her eyeballs roll. Sadly, the effect was wasted on Marty as he had linked arms with Olivia and was now strolling through the undead vendors over to her spot in the festivities.