Today he looked positively irresistible. His hair was a little unkempt and he hadn’t shaven. “This is so good and excuse me for talking with my mouth full,” he said. She’d made him a salad of roasted salmon and sweetened cranberries tossed together with field greens and her own teriyaki dressing. “I still think you should market this dressing.” “Yeah, I’m looking into the farmer’s market thing.” “Great. Now where do you think we could go for our fun evening out?” “Anywhere but a restaurant.” He laughed. “Yeah, I guess when you own one it’s not much fun going to someone else’s. What made you buy it?” “I’d work in catering before and no one else seemed to want it. I got a good deal and a more than generous loan from the bank.” “Someone told me the previous owner died suddenly,” said Bear. “I think they’d owned it for what seemed like forever. They kept it in pretty good order, but hadn’t really moved the menu into modern times.” “Well you’ve certainly done that,”
