“Wait! What about—” but Chef Klaus had moved on.
“That’s high praise from Klaus, Ivy.” Reggie actually smiled. “High praise indeed.”
“Because he didn’t say anything awful?” Ivy was still outraged.
“Yep.”
“Well, ignore him. That was really something special, buddy,” Colby slapped Reggie on the shoulder.
Which once again drew Reggie’s attention back to them. Somewhere in the tasting, she’d let go of Colby’s arm, but that didn’t change what her brother had seen. He looked back and forth between them. Maybe Colby was right and they should have run when they’d had the chance. Did the energy between them sizzle so brightly that it glowed like some force field? If so, she should feel much more impervious than she did. Instead she wanted to stare at her feet like a bad little girl.
“How did
