na'
my restaurant, my sanctuary, my place of Peace. The scent of thyme and roasted garlic hu
not t
ited. My hands moved on autopilot, clearing counters, straightening trays, adjusting oven dials-but i
s of duty, silence, distant kisses, and me convincing myself that one d
tart he always claimed reminded him of autumn back home in the North. I'd set the table myself. Lit the candles. I wore a soft blue d
ng to tell him tha
walls between us cracking just a little, maybe even a hand
g. Kissed my cheek, complime
seat like nothing was off. Like this was
t his food o
dishing the food-just as the words had b
ession that I won't forget. From warmth to command. He sto
ency," he said.
wful look
ed, unsure if I should stop
ien,
ng, but the words were
already halfway out the door. "I'll bring you that e
e would change his mind, until
was in d
important to him, despite all the effort I p
voice yanked me ba
nked.
d. Tall, poised, graying hair pulled into its usual tight bun. Her eyes
you
e a
ly. "I just did
han I liked, but said nothing. Inst
said, handing me a white envelo
mild confusion
sked
me thinking, she was amazed
prenticeship. Three years abroad. Full scholarsh
hit me like
ng in the bathtub? The Luna who
he right emotion. Joy? Shock? Dread
now. A secret. One Da
think about i
on't take too long. They'll want a
anding in the middle of my kitchen,
athe, one of the servers
er out front who asked to speak to you directly.
wned.
ded. "And apparently all
apron. "Fine. Let's see
staurant's main hall a
silk dress too tight to hide it. Her nose wa
ped, looking at me like I was
nny replie
carrots tasted like sugar paste, and the dessert-don't get me started
d it myself. The lamb was prepared medium, as requested, and the carr
n't need a food lecture. My husband will hear of this. He's a
f he has something to sa
Oh, he will. And when he does, I
omething I couldn't take back. My hands w
me a sof
s, voice shaking. "Her husband is here. Are you
ng my shoulders. "Let him
or swun
rld stoppe
as Da