Irresistible by Susan Mallery (android pdf ebook reader .TXT) 📕

caring. Plus, he’d kissed her and now he knew how good it could be between them.

“There are complications,” he said, hoping to deflect Dani.

“Such as your reluctance to make a commitment? Why is that? If you let this one get away, you’re a fool.”

There was so much she didn’t know, he thought. So much she would never know. They were, as Penny had said, a family of secrets and he certainly had his share.

Penny picked up the two boxes Elissa had brought. “You don’t even know me,” she said. “You really didn’t have to do this.”

Elissa grinned. “I’ve tasted your cooking now. Think of them as gifts of worship.”

Penny laughed. “Okay, that kind of praise I can handle.”

She opened the smaller box first. Inside were a pair of dangling earrings. Walker recognized them as Elissa’s work. Penny gasped. “I love them.”

Dani pushed past them and bent over the jewelry. “Me, too. Where did you get them?”

“I made them,” Elissa said with a small shrug. “It’s sort of a part-time job.”

“I want them,” Dani said.

Penny snatched them out of reach. “Get your own.”

“I’d like to.” She looked at Elissa. “Can you make a pair like that?”

“Ah, sure. Or I can do something different. I have a lot of designs.”

Dani plopped down next to her. “Good. We’ll talk when this one is done with her presents.”

Penny reached for the second box. “I would like to point out that Elissa was the only one sensitive enough to bring the expectant mother a gift just for herself.”

Cal patted her arm. “The baby is your present.”

“Ha.” Penny ripped the wrapping paper, then opened the white box. She reached inside and held up a small blanket in shades of yellow. “It’s lovely. Did you crochet it yourself?”

“I wish,” Elissa said. “My neighbor makes them. Doesn’t she do beautiful work? I love how soft the yarn is.”

“Mrs. Ford made me a blanket,” Zoe said. “It’s pink and has gold trim.”

Penny leaned forward and touched the girl’s nose. “It sounds like the perfect blanket for a princess.”

Zoe beamed. “It is.”

“We should have brought her,” Walker said. Maybe with the old lady along, people would get off of him about dating Elissa.

“She’s on one of her day trips to a casino,” Elissa told him, then looked back at Penny. “My neighbor is fabulous. She’s in her nineties and does exactly what she wants. She’s sweet and feisty and I adore her.”

“Sounds like everything Gloria isn’t,” Dani muttered.

“Elissa met her,” Walker said.

Dani patted her arm. “You have my sympathy.”

CHAPTER TEN

WHILE THE WATERFRONT was all about light and air and the view of the water, Buchanan’s was about old-world atmosphere and intimacy.

Walker arrived at the restaurant shortly after lunch for his meeting with the staff and let himself in the front door. As he stepped into the cool, dim interior, he tried to remember the last time he’d been in the place. Two years ago? Three?

High-backed booths lined the perimeter of the main dining room, with more rows of booths in the middle. The only tables were for large parties and they were set up in the two alcoves and the private dining room.

He could hear voices coming from the back. The cooks would be prepping for dinner. Buchanan’s had an in-house butcher who was responsible for cutting all the meat, which was responsible for earning Buchanan’s its reputation. The regular menu had a token chicken dish along with a couple of pasta choices. The specials always included a single fish choice. But people came to Buchanan’s to eat good steaks.

He glanced around at the red leather and dark wood. The paneling was old, but well kept. The old-fashioned light fixtures had passed from outdated back to trendy.

He noted the folded piles of white tablecloths and other linens. Clean dishes were stacked on a long sideboard, ready to be put in place. By four that afternoon, the store would be vibrating with activity, but now there was only the low rumble of voices and the sounds of trucks in the street.

One side of the double swinging door opened and Ron Alcorn walked into the main dining room. Buchanan’s general manager stopped when he saw Walker, then smiled and hurried toward him.

“I thought you’d come in the back door,” he said as they shook hands.

“I wanted to look around first,” Walker said. “The old place still looks good.”

“We think so. Business has been excellent.” His smile faded. “We’re all very sorry to hear about your grandmother and wish her a speedy recovery.”

Based on what Walker had seen at the main office, he doubted that. Gloria was obviously hell to work for. She made some drill sergeants he’d known look like choirboys.

“Thanks for your concern,” he said. “She’ll be out for several months. In the meantime, I’m going to be making a few changes.”

Ron’s tension was subtle but visible. Walker had an idea about the other man’s concerns, but he decided to deal with them later. First he wanted to talk to the kitchen staff.

“Everyone in back?” Walker asked.

“Yes. You said not to bring in the waitstaff, so I didn’t make this a mandatory meeting. A few of them came in on their own time.”

“That’s fine. You can pass on the message to the others when they show up for their shifts.”

He led the way into the kitchen.

The restaurant had been built when real estate was cheap and labor practically free. There was room for nearly two dozen to work in the open space.

The grill dominated one wall, butting up to an old oven. The steaks would be seared on the grill, doused in butter, then finished in the oven so they didn’t dry out.

Today there were fewer than ten cooks, including a recent culinary graduate who made the salads.

“Afternoon,” Walker said. “Thanks for taking the time to see me.”

The men exchanged glances, obviously wondering why he thought there’d been a choice.

“Most of you know my grandmother recently suffered a heart attack. When she collapsed, she broke her hip. While