The midday sun was warm as Greg began unloading his last load of trays into the B&B’s kitchen. It felt as if his entire future was riding on this meal, even more than the halibut dinner that had won him his father’s financing. He needed the money if he was going to make a splash in a big city, though he wished there was some way to avoid taking it.
But this wedding dinner, a far simpler menu though far more complex in the execution due to the number of diners, was for Jessica’s mother. But it wasn’t Monica Baxter he was thinking of.
He hadn’t even had time to cook one last dinner for Jessica. This evening’s post-wedding feast would be tonight’s meal and tomorrow morning Natalya would be driving her to the airport.
Dawn pulled him aside on the porch. Vincent had the girls so that Dawn co
