Chapter 20
It was bedlam in the kitchen. The chef had brought everything from his new Columbus restaurant to the convention center except for the appliances and the dinner service itself. Hannah grabbed Morgan’s arm and dragged her down the aisle between the stoves and the work tables, to the walk-in cooler. It was still on and cold but now empty of most of the food that had been ordered for the banquet.
She propelled Morgan inside and stepped in behind her.
“What are you doing?” the taller woman demanded.
“I want to talk to you.”
“So talk!” Morgan crossed her arms and stared at Hannah.
“I know it’s cold in here,” Hannah began.
“It’s not that. First Frank and now you.”
“Me what?”
“Trying to push me into something.”
Hannah sighed. “I don’t want to push you to do anything. I just d
