CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TWO HOURS LATER, THE last guests finally climbed into their cars and pulled down the drive. Nita, Brita and the Honeybuns stood in the circle, watching them leave.
Wrapped in the warmth of Heathcliffe’s arms, Nita leaned wearily against him and sighed. “Thanks for all your help, everybody. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Yeah, you could have, but you didn’t need to.” Heathcliffe kissed her forehead.
Chef Paul came to the door. “Lunch is served.”
Clovis rubbed his hands together. “Finally. I’ve been smelling something incredible all morning. I’m starving.”
“Wait until you taste his food,” Heathcliffe told his brother, “good stuff.”
Chef Paul sat with them at lunch so they didn’t discuss the reason they were there, but it was inevitable that the discussion would
