Athena paced a tight circle around the island in the inn’s kitchen, mentally reviewing her lists. The charcuterie trays were finished. The cheese boards were loaded. The crudités were laid out in a rainbow of foodie perfection. Every public room on the lower floor of the inn was set up with elegantly-appointed food tables that represented the different regions highlighted in Kennedy’s book. A culinary journey for the guests of the travel writer. If they ever freaking arrived.
She started to check the clock again just as Logan appeared in the doorway.
“Relax. Everything’s set. And it looks and smells amazing.”
When he crossed over, cupping her elbows to draw her closer, she snuggled in, reveling in his solid, steady warmth. “I just want everything to be perfect.”
“It is. You are.”
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