Brian didn't find it surprising someone remembered her Hollywood catering days. She'd made a mean potato salad. For a few minutes, he listened, shook some hands, and got the guy's email address. He'd stored the recipes somewhere, keeping them helped him remember her good days. And there were, mix...
John sipped his own champagne, elegant and calm like James Bond only on the wrong side of the good guy/bad guy casting. “Rue the day.” Mara waved a full glass at him, a couple of drops splashing over the rim. “And be really sorry too.” “How much,” J...