Chapters (68)
- Partner Pursuit
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Re: Whitaker retirement party
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Friday, New York City
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Subject: Deposition of Plaintiff in James case
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Subject: Mentors Found
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Jake: While you’re stuck at work, think about this: I thought you might want to do a yoga session while I’m surfing in Santa Teresa. Should I book?
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- About the Author
- Acknowledgements
- On any top-ten list of best Sunday plans, today’s brunch with my former crush and his new girlfriend would rank number eleven … hundred. Times five. But I couldn’t say no. We’re still friends.
Gertrude knocked at the door and said that Mrs. Whitaker had called with a list of gluten-free, salt-free caterers to meet and taste-test. Audrey looked at the list in shock. Twenty names were on the list. She didn’t have time to attend taste-tests. This wasn’t a wedding. It was a departure party—all right, a departure party after a long and distinguished career, but still. She’d tell Mrs. Whitaker to hire whatever caterer she liked; Audrey didn’t have to attend the tastings. She called Mrs. Whitaker and suggested that, but Mrs. Whitaker insisted that Audrey come along because she’d been eating without salt or gluten for so long that she wasn’t sure what others would find delicious. Audrey asked her assistant to coordinate some dates with Mrs. Whitaker. It would be just her luck if Malaburn came looking for her when she was out of the office eating cake with Mrs. Whitaker.
She re-read Colette’s email. Should I ask Winnie what she thinks? Or just let it go? She decided it was too subtle to address without looking thin-skinned. She would let it pass.
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Returning home after a late-night dinner with Winnie, Audrey popped in on Eve to ask her advice on how to handle Colette. Eve was curled up on her couch reading a cookbook, with index cards spread out all around her, brainstorming recipes. Pete was traveling again this week.
She plopped down on Eve’s couch. “How was your week? Did Chef Burns approve your new dessert for the menu?”
“He did. He actually mmm’d when eating it.” Eve grinned. “So satisfying. And your week?”
“I’m so happy for you. Not that good. I need your advice on Colette. And Winnie started meeting with headhunters to look for another job.”
“Why?”
“She doesn’t want to work these hours. The Texas trip was the last straw. But I’ll be so sad if Winnie leaves. She’s my last close girlfriend at the firm.”
“You’ll still see Winnie. And if she’s the client, you can take her out for dinner. How about some dessert to cheer you up? I just finished making concord grape sorbet and pumpkin spice cookies, and I need a guinea pig.” Eve jumped up and disappeared into her kitchen.
“Sounds delicious.” Audrey smiled.
Eve reappeared and handed her a bowl of sorbet with two cookies. Sitting cross-legged, Audrey happily savored the sorbet. “Mmm. This is so good.” She finished and put the empty bowl down on the coffee table. “These cookies too. Just the right hint of spiciness. They’re much better than anything I would’ve eaten out with Winnie.”
Eve smiled. “They’re good, aren’t they?” The kettle whistled, and Eve went into the kitchen.
Audrey followed her. “What’s happening at the restaurant?”