Chapter Eighteen
Quinn sprang out of bed the next morning. She should have been exhausted given the late night, but she felt strangely exhilarated. She, Quinn Daniels, went on a date with a guy who had a real job and was normal. Better yet, Doug asked her to go to a movie on her next day off. Quinn practically pirouetted into her kitchen to start her coffee. “Good morning, Fat Panther,” she sang as she gave him an extra spoonful of his favorite canned food.
The day flew by at the restaurant. She made a simple peach pie with a side of homemade vanilla ice cream and a more elegant crème brulee for the second dessert choice. Her uncle had asked her opinion on the evening’s menu choices and incorporated her idea for a simple roasted root vegetables as an accompaniment to his main dish.
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