Chapter 4
Jasper
I walk into the house, and my mom is sitting at the kitchen counter. She does this, when she’s waiting on me, and always has, since I was a kid. This time she’s making a list, probably menu planning meals for anyone who needs them.
“How was your lunch?” I ask, wanting to know how things went with Brynn, but not wanting to seem too eager to know the details.
“It was good. We were talking about old times. We talked about you, of course, and what’s new at The Inn. Then, she told me the strangest thing.” She says with a twinkle in her eyes, which I know means trouble.
“What’s that?” I ask, pulling a bottle of water from the pantry. After working in a hot kitchen, I prefer to drink room temperature water. My dad was the same way.
“I guess, her chef at The Inn quit, after
