Hallie agreed to go to Millie’s, their favorite spot when they were in the mood for Mexican. It was right on the beach and the food was so good.

They sat upstairs where the views were better. Andrea ordered a margarita and Hallie went with chardonnay. They both ordered the same things—a scallop and bacon taco and a fish taco—and some guacamole and chips to share while they waited for their food.

“So, how was your day?” Hallie asked as she reached for a chip.

“It was fine until Paula wanted to speak to me. I had to report to her office before I left for the day.”

“Why? Is everything all right?”

“It’s fine. She wanted my opinion for the event they are working on. Do you know about that? The Taste of the Town in mid-July?”

Hallie looked surprised. “No, I hadn’t heard about that. What is it?”

Andrea explained it to her. “So, Paula wanted my opinion on the list of restaurants they were thinking of inviting.”

“That’s what she wanted to talk to you about?”

Andrea nodded.

“Well, that’s a good thing. She wanted your opinion. Maybe it was a way of breaking the ice with you. I know she hates that you’re mad at her.”

Andrea sighed. “I’m not really mad at her. It’s just frustrating, you know?”

“I do know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I’ll get over it, eventually. What do you think of the idea?”

“For a Taste of the Town? I think it’s fantastic, actually. I bet it will bring a lot of people to the resort and get it on more people’s radars. Involving the restaurants will help spread the word, too, and it seems like it could be great marketing for them. This was Grandfather’s idea?”

“That’s what Paula said, yeah.”

“He really is pretty savvy. Especially for someone his age,” Hallie said.

Andrea took a sip of her margarita and ignored that comment.

“So, I have some news. I’m flying to New York Sunday night. I have an interview there Monday morning.”

“You do? For a GM role?”

Andrea nodded. “At The Alexandria Hotel. Have you heard of it?”

“I have, actually. It’s really exclusive if I recall.”

“It’s a high-end luxury hotel,” Andrea confirmed. “I looked it up online and it’s gorgeous, same level of quality as The Whitley.”

Hallie smiled. “Well, that’s good! I suppose it doesn’t hurt to check it out, right?”

“That’s what I figured. I’ll fly in Sunday night and stay at the hotel, get a feel for the place and zip home after the interview on Monday. No one will even notice that I’ve gone.”

“I hope it goes well, but I hate the idea of you moving so far away,” Hallie said as the server brought their tacos to the table.