“Oh, uh, my experience is you do what you can to make them happy. Where I come from that usually just meant giving them more fries or a free soda refill. You know, if they complained about something.”
She smiled. “You are a chef?”
“More like a cook, not professionally trained.”
Ginette Hatcher paused, gave a look around the high-ceiling entryway of her resort. Then she touched Noah’s arm, softly, and said, “Why don’t we talk further. Shall we have a walk around the grounds while we do so? It’s such a lovely day and I’ve been cooped up inside my office since breakfast.” She directed her attention to the concierge desk. “If anyone’s looking for me, Parker, tell them to look everywhere but where I am.”
“Anyone, or everyone?”
“Good point,” she said before responding. “Everyone.”
“Of cour
