Chapter 14
It was nice seeing Mel and Jocelyn again, though Preston was nervous to finally meet Greg. He was a tall, bearish man with thick, sandy hair and a heavy beard that Preston hadn’t expected. Whenever he’d thought of Greg, he’d always pictured a clean-cut man in a business suit, trim and fit, with a winning smile and firm handshake.
Well, Greg had quite a handshake, alright, though his gruff manner seemed more suited to a backyard barbecue or a local brewery than a fine dining establishment like Libbie Mill. The first thing he said to Preston confirmed this. “I’ll admit I don’t know half the fancy food on the menu,” he quipped. “We had a tasting the other day and I still don’t know what all I ate. Sure was good, though.”
“You brought the menu home, dear.” Mel handed him a piece
