Firefly Nights by Katie Winters

Author:Katie Winters
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: women's divorce fiction, womens contemporary fiction, sisters fiction, women's romance fiction, island beach reads novels
Publisher: Katie Winters
Published: 2020-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Several days later, Christine finished up the pastry baking for the morning and moseyed toward the front lobby of the Inn, bleary-eyed but happy. Susan and Scott stood in front of the desk, as Scott spoke to someone on the phone.

“Yes. Thank you for letting us know, officer,” he said.

“What’s up?” Christine asked as he hung up.

“They almost got Chuck again, in Vermont this time,” he said. He heaved a sigh and then collected his arms around Susan. “They want us to come up to the mainland to look at some paperwork.”

“But we’ll be back tomorrow or the next day at the latest,” Susan affirmed. She dotted the sides of her eyes with a handkerchief.

Was it possible that Susan and Scott were really so emotional about Chuck Frampton’s disappearance? Something about it didn’t stack up.

“Looks like the bistro’s getting a heavy lunch rush,” Susan said suddenly, breaking the hug and nodding. Outside, a gorgeous Porsche flew up toward the side of the Inn. A driver bustled out and then opened the back passenger door to reveal a gorgeous blonde in long, elegant Louboutin heels and what looked like a thousand-dollar sundress.

Christine hustled toward the window of the lobby to watch as the woman walked toward the bistro, her shoulders whipped back and her long legs drawing out before her like she walked a catwalk. Christine’s heart thudded. She would have recognized that woman anywhere.

“It’s Cheryl Donahue. The editor for Bon Appetit magazine,” she whispered, mostly to herself.

When she turned back around, she found Scott and Susan both displaying lackluster smiles. It was obvious they were from very different worlds.

“Don’t you get it?” Christine demanded, looking at both of them. “Zach is going to be in over his head. When she visited us at Chez Frank, one of our waiters passed out from stress.”

Before they could answer, Christine flung herself back down the hallway that led toward the bistro. Just before Cheryl entered the bistro, she tossed herself into the kitchen and gave Zach a huge, bug-eyed look.

“You had better buckle up, Zach Walters. You’re about to be on the ride of your life,” she told him.

It didn’t take long to explain. After all, Cheryl Donahue was something of a god-like name for those in the industry. Still, Zach sprang into action, muttering to himself as he did his work.

“Is this really what we’re going to give Cheryl Donahue? Does it really represent the bistro exactly right? Ronnie! Come here. Only give her this wine list, not the other one,” he said. His words were almost frantic. “And be charming, but not overly so. She doesn’t like a brownnoser. Oh, and Ronnie...”

Ronnie flung around at the door, all the blood draining from his cheeks.

“This is one of the most important days of your life. But don’t stress,” Zach said, pointing at him.

When Ronnie disappeared to seat Cheryl and give her the wine list and a fancy bottle of water, Zach pressed his hands against the sterling counter. He looked on the verge of a panic attack.

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