The Chef's Mail Order Bride by Cindy Caldwell

Author:Cindy Caldwell [Caldwell, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

She headed to her room for a bit after breakfast, wondering when they’d discuss the opening night’s successes and challenges. She’d decided to go downstairs and ask but she heard a soft knock on her bedroom door.

“Sadie?” said Tripp from the other side.

“Yes?”

“It’s a beautiful day and we don’t have to be at the restaurant today. Would you like to pack a picnic and head out into the country? I’d love to show you around.”

She took a quick glance in the mirror, tucking some loose hair back into her bun. She walked to the door and opened it, startling Tripp.

“Oh. Hello. So, what do you think?”

She eyed him thoughtfully before saying, “Who’s packing the picnic? You or me?”

He smiled from ear to ear as she turned back to her room.

“Is it all right if I come in?” He looked uncomfortable standing outside the door, shifting from foot to foot and she gestured for him to enter.

He made it as far as a foot past the door jamb before he backed up and leaned against the door, his arms folded over his chest. “I thought I would, if it’s all right with you. You’ve been working pretty hard. Unless you have something special in mind.”

“How can you cook up your specialties if we’re on a picnic?” she asked as she reached for a shawl.

“Never you mind that, Sadie. I have other tricks up my sleeve. I’m going to run to the restaurant and I’ll be right back. Be ready,” he said as he turned and hurried down the stairs.

Her smile returned, both inside and out. She watched out the window as he ran—yes, ran—toward the restaurant with a big basket thrown over his shoulder.

As she had a little time, she combed out her hair that had become a mess while she laid down, and twirled it back up in its characteristic position.

As she put in the last pin, she looked at herself in the mirror and wondered how Tripp saw her. Suzanne had known him for a long time, and although they were twins, Suzanne was much more delicate and took her time with her clothes and hair. Sadie, on the other hand, had been working at the bakery so long that she knew how to do her hair one way…up, and out of the way.

She turned away from the mirror as her stomach fluttered, wishing she had more of Suzanne’s graces—social and otherwise. She closed her eyes and turned again to the mirror. Opening them, she saw her blonde hair and blue eyes differently, almost as if she were looking at Suzanne, and determined to ask Suzanne next time they were together to show her a little about how to be more like…a woman.

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