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After spending eight hours working with Lakota on the engineering specs of Chlöe Stansbury’s cafe racer, Shea arrived home to a smorgasbord of savory aromas.
A pair of tapered candles flickered on the coffee table. Jessica stood in front of the stove stirring a pot of soup while keeping an eye on two other boiling pots.
“Hey, babe, what smells so good?” Shea kissed her temple.
Jessica wiped away dots of perspiration from her forehead. “Lentil soup and a Mediterranean salad for starters, followed by homemade gnocchi with marinara sauce. And for dessert, poached pears in a pomegranate wine reduction.”
“I got no idea what most of that is, but if you made it, I know it’ll be delicious. What’s the occasion?”
“You don’t remember?”
Shea got a sinking feeling in her stomach. What’d I mis
