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I put my hand on her shoulder and shook my head softly as Rachel, the barista, held out our cups. As my best friend, she took it as her duty to defend me. I didn't have to look at her to know that her blue eyes had gone steely with anger. I had to be the better person.Ĭerise's shoulder-length blonde hair sliced through the air as she turned to glare at them. Still, I was a grown up and the struggling business owner of The Olde English Inn and Tea Room. Their gossiping had bugged me even before they started targeting me, but now it almost turned me off of my Phenomenal ChocoMocha. I successfully pushed that aside in favor of focusing on my annoyance at the bitties. I tried not to let her words sink in, but my subconscious had already internalized them, leaving me cringing at the memory of Brent's 'strong hands' and exactly what they'd been capable of.

Martinetti put her hand to the side of her mouth as if trying to hide her words, but then spoke loud enough to be heard over both blenders had me clenching my fists. 'Brent Foster was his name.' The way Mrs. The only down side to the Phenomenal ChocoMocha was enduring the old bitties who spent all morning occupying the only two tables inside Questia's as they sipped their tea and gossiped shamelessly. Croix's, muffins and pastries, it was still good business to patronize them. But since they sold my chef, Annalisa St.

Questia's was just a small coffee shop that could technically be considered in competition with my inn. I was entirely addicted to the Phenomenal ChocoMocha with low-fat whipped cream. She and I typically stopped for gourmet coffee at Questia's on supply-run days. Cerise was my right-hand girl, my best friend, my most trusted employee, and family all in one. My ears flamed, and I closed my eyes as I stood in line, knowing the blue-haired old bitty was talking about me. 'It's a shame she couldn't hang on to that nice young man. Please support the author by deleting it and purchasing the ebook from one of its distributors.įor Mom, who helped me dream this one up, refine it, rewrite it, and repeat all over again.įor Ted, the star of my world and my personal Oscar winner for his hilarious imitations and for everything about him. Visit my website at If you are reading this book and you have not purchased it or won it in an author/publisher contest, this book has been pirated. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is completely coincidental. All names, characters, places, and incidents are fictional or used in a fictitious manner and are not to be construed as real. Photographers: Owen Price and Joshua Hodge Photographyĭ Photographer: Anna Khomulo

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