Chapter Eighteen
“Tara. Noah. Hi! Welcome. This is Micah. He’s our chef. All the food for the tasting is almost finished and then we can eat. Did you get enough sleep?”
Kiana was in full hostess mode. Her voice was high and her face flushed. I felt like s**t because it was my fault they overheard our conversation. I was facing the door, but I didn’t see them until Tara said something.
“Nice to meet you both,” I said, wiping my hand on my apron and walking over to shake hands with them.
Tara shook her head. “Uh uh, you’re not getting out of telling us what’s going on. Are you and Sawyer engaged?”
Kiana blushed furiously and shook her head. “No. No, of course not. You know he would have told you if we were.”
Tara looked to me for confirmation, but all I could do was shrug. I certainly
