Blake
All I knew for sure was that Becca would be there at some point. Isla had assured me of that, but she hadn’t said much more. Fine. I’d take it over worrying she was never going to see me or talk to me again.
Then again, I’d made it clear how much blood, sweat, and tears I’d put into opening the San Francisco restaurant, and she knew how important it was to me. Maybe she was just coming as a friend, being supportive. I would just have to wait and see.
The place looked great, and by seven, the crowd spilled out onto the sidewalk.
Meantime, I had plenty to distract me, namely my investors, who made a beeline for me as soon as they walked in the door. With the open plan of the dining room and kitchen, I was easy to spot.
Manny Elevado pulled me into a bear hug, which was his preferr
