“I’m going over there right now,” I told Mary Beth as I gave the pot of chili one final stir. It smelled so good, I was tempted to pull out a bowl right now but restrained myself. Holding back like that for others was what made me such a good cook, right? Or at least a considerate guy…Still, I held the phone between my shoulder and my ear so I could grab a quick spoonful. It was too hot, but man, was it good. If this didn’t win over Jack Rogers and his mom, I didn’t know what would. I tossed the spoon into the sink.
“What are you doing this for, Beau? You don’t even know these people, and you’re not gonna make any money at all. Why don’t you try the Boardman Applebee’s? I hear they’re hiring.”
I rolled my eyes. The prospect of working for an irascible shut-in who might fling my food at h
