Everybody moved through the kitchen, grabbing bowls and platters on their way to the dining room. Cecily placed a basket full of steaming biscuits on the corner of the table and sat down. “Contributed by Beth, of the soon-to-open Dixieland Biscuit Company.”
Norah started the passing of the food. “The launch plan you laid out is fabulous.”
“It was a lot of fun. I mean, how often did we get to make people happy with what we did at Helios?” she asked, referring to the firm she and Norah had worked for in Chicago. “Biscuits make people happy.”
Reed bit into one and moaned as the fluffy, buttery goodness hit his tongue. “Yes. Yes, they do,” he said.
Clearly the work made her happy. She fairly glowed as she told Norah about the rest of what she’d lined up. Reed had never seen her get that sp
