Breathe, Clementine, I heard her whisper in my ear, Tibetan bowl music pinging in the background.
As I walked over to the table, Zach was looking at me with an expression that said, Donât take it personally. This is who she is.
How could I not take it personally, though? Even if the fettuccine sucked, the kind-mother-in-law thing to do would be to say it was delicious. Especially since this was the first time weâd met. If I were invited over to her house and she served something I didnât like, I certainly wouldnât tell her.
Sheâd sent back her plate.
And everyone at the table was digging in except for Dominique, who sipped her wine and had an untouched piece of focaccia on the little plate in front of her.
âClementine,â she enunciated as I came over, âI hope I didnât cause too much of a fuss. But a pasta really should be tooth some.â
Okay, first of all, who said toothsome with a straight face? And second, well, shit. This wasnât how this was supposed to go.
âOf course I wouldnât have breathed a word if youâd made it yourself,â Dominique said, barely looking at me. âBut I thought youâd want your chef to know,â she added in an exaggerated whisper.
âActually, Iâm owner and executive chef and I did make your dish myself,â I said, my knuckles practically white from gripping the back of Zachâs chair.
Zach turned and shot me a look that said, Did you have to go there?
Yeah, I did. I could pretty much be counted on to say what needed to be said. Wasnât that why heâd fallen in love with me?
A faux smile spread across Dominiqueâs matte-red lips.âWell, dear, even the best chefs have something to learn. Youâre all of whatâtwenty-five, Clementine? Though I must say, having your own restaurant, even a cute little place like thisââshe glanced aroundââis quite an accomplishment.â
Even . Ha. She was everything Zach said sheâd be and more. Sheâd looked at him pointedly as sheâd said that last bit, which meant she thought Zach had funded Clementineâs No Crap Café. For the record: I hadnât taken one penny from Zach. Not that he hadnât tried to foist his money on me. But I opened this âcute little placeâ with my own blood, sweat, and hard-earned cash.
And by the way, I was twenty-six.
âWell, my Jamaican jerk tofu is fabulous,â said Zach. âAnd thatâs coming from a serious carnivore.â
âAgreed,â Avery said, taking another bite of her own jerk tofu. âAnd I know vegan food. This is the best Iâve had.â
Gareth took a swig of his beer. âI have to admitâmy burger is pretty damned good for sprout food.â
I smiled at them. The Jeffries siblings were keepers, definitely.
Considering that Zach had told me that Dominique preferred caviar to just about anything else, Iâd take Mommy Dearestâs opinion on my precision-timed, homemade, organic pasta with a few grains of sea salt. Even if it still stung.
Keira, Dominiqueâs twenty-two-year-old stepdaughter, wrinkled her nose at her lasagna, one of tonightâs other specials. âClementine, I wasnât going to say anything, but since weâre on the subject . . . Um, Iâm really sorry, but Iâm not loving thisParmesan cheese.â She leaned in and whispered, âIt tastes a little . . . funny.â
âItâs vegan Parmesan,â Avery told her. âItâs not supposed to taste like the stuff you sprinkle on pasta.â
âOh,â Keira said, poking at her lasagna. Keira was the only child of Dominiqueâs second and current husband. Dominique and Zachâs father had divorced when Zach was a teenager. Dominique had been married to her second husband, even wealthier than her first, for sixteen years, and according to Zach, she considered Keira her own
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