May pushed aside the reason she’d been late—three people had quit at Sotheby’s that very morning. Two prep cooks and a waitress. And on the busiest weekend Grape Seed Falls would see this month, May had panicked. She’d spent a couple of hours consulting with Juan Carlos and then trying to get the shifts covered.
And she had. But it had made her late loading her car with the groceries and dinnerware she needed, and traffic coming into the community center had been insane. At one point, she’d considered loading up as much as she could carry and walking, because then she’d at least be moving toward her destination.
Her thoughts circled, causing her hands to make clumsy mistakes. She straightened and drew in a calming breath. The last of her worry edged away. She’d made it. They were cooking
