Reunited Hearts by Meyari McFarland

Author:Meyari McFarland [McFarland, Meyari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Meyari McFarland

12. Pork

The restaurant smelled like heaven. Rich, meaty perfection. Just a hint of smokiness to mix with the wet leaf and moist, tender pork. Damn but he loved coming to this restaurant. Always made his mouth water and his stomach rumble as soon as he hit that point on the concourse where the smell always wafted. Hell, you could tell when people hit it because their heads would suddenly come up and they'd sniff at the air with ecstatic expressions that Yannick knew damned well he was mirroring.

But the restaurant itself was tiny, only six tables that held four people each so you either had a reservation, something locals knew that tourists didn't, or you didn't eat. The owners'd throw you out and call the Guard on you if you tried to bribe, force or cajole your way in. He'd read more than one review of the place from tourists that claimed that the food was horrible otherwise they would have inevitably moved to a location large enough to serve everyone who wanted to eat.

Bullshit, that. The owners didn't want a big place. They just wanted to make kalua pork and traditional Polynesian food for small crowds. Like it was family, you know? Big crowds, big place, lots of tables? They wouldn't get to talk to the patrons and make sure each was happy with what they'd gotten, hear about their days or their trip to the station or whatever the guest wanted to chat over.

"This is a really nice place," Hasenkamp said once they stepped inside. He beamed at the reed matts on the floor, carved masks on the walls and the big buffet table that held the incidentals against the far wall. "Really damned nice place. Good pick, Yannick."

"Only the best for you, Hasen," Yannick said, grinning because no way were they going to admit outright that they were stalking Truman. At least, he wasn't. Who knew what Hasen would do? The man jumped from A to Z and then onwards into prime numbers, always leaving Yannick to scramble to keep up.

They got their plates, trays, really, and loaded up with lovely piles of kalua pork that'd been shredded off the bone. Literal piles for Hasen who kept waving for more until Liliha, owner of the place, laughed and waved him onwards. She didn't seem to mind, even gave Hasen an admiring and approving look behind his back. Hell, Hasen loaded up on everything, even the slimy purple poi.

Truman and her girl were already at their table, the one tucked into the far back corner by the bathroom where Truman could have her back to a dividing wall while Sushila watched the room with laser bright eyes. Which picked out Hasen immediately. She narrowed her eyes, thinned her lips and then jerked her chin as Hasen calmly marched right over to their table. Truman studied Hasen, studied Yannick so intently that he cringed a little, and then snorted when Hasen sat down.

"We got reservations here," Hasen said, grinning.

"Completely coincidentally," Truman observed and then snorted as Hasen grinned even wider.

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