Taste: A Love Story by Tracy Ewens

Author:Tracy Ewens [Ewens, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B014X76PRW
Published: 2015-10-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The Pasadena Tribune article hadn’t hurt Logan’s restaurant one bit. In fact, over a week later it proved a huge boost. People loved what they called the “romantic picture,” and started showing up for lunch and dinner hoping to see Logan and Kara together. It was bizarre, but Makenna was happy and Olivia was thrilled, so Kara went along with it. Olivia wanted the second part of the feature out as soon as possible, so Kara arrived at The Yard bright and early the following Monday morning to get pictures of Logan, the restaurant, and his staff before they had to start prepping to open. She had just finished helping set up the prep guys in the kitchen when she came around to the server’s station.

“Great, can you pull your shirt out?” the photographer asked Logan who was set up in a mock exchange at the kitchen window.

“What?”

“Your shirt, we need it out.”

“Why?”

“Because it looks better. It goes with the scene.”

“What scene? This is my scene and it says tucked shirt.”

The photographer brought his camera to his hip and appeared to be looking for Kara. She was now standing right behind him.

“I’m not sure what you want me to do here, he doesn’t want to take his shirt out,” he complained to Kara.

Logan started to laugh, and when Kara was about to say something, Jeremy, the lead photographer, walked over.

“What’s going on over here?” Jeremy asked his guy who suddenly appeared a little less sure of himself.

“He doesn’t want his shirt out?”

“Okay, well this is his restaurant. The article is about him, not about your fashion advice. Go outside to the garden and take pictures of things you don’t have to interact with.” Jeremy rolled his eyes and swung his camera around to take over.

“Thanks, Jeremy.” Kara stepped back prepared to watch him work.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” He leaned forward and moved the stack of cloth silverware rolls out of his frame. “All right you crazy defiant shirt tucker, let’s get this over with, shall we?”

Logan and Travis, who was now on the other side of the service window, laughed and Jeremy got his shot.

“That’s it.” He took a few more shots of the pizza counter and one of Logan’s tattooed arm, which Kara was sure he would keep for his own portfolio.

“Really? We’re done?” Logan’s shoulders relaxed.

“Piece of cake. Thanks for your time. That’s a great tat.”

“Thanks, man.” Logan bumped Jeremy’s fist.

Kara always wondered how men managed to assess each other and connect with such ease. She’d watched her brother and his friends and even men in a corporate professional environment. Her father even fist bumped some of his colleagues and voters. Why didn’t women fist bump? Why was her gender so in need of knowing everything about each other, sniffing around? Life would be so much easier, she thought, if women just fist bumped.

“That’s a fleur-de-lis, isn’t it?” Jeremy asked as both men walked toward Kara.

“It is.” Logan twisted his arm to see the back where Jeremy was pointing.

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