Chapters (38)
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- 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
- Honey Almond Cake with Berries and Mascarpone Crème Fraiche
- About the Author
“I did, but I need you to come downstairs right now.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m great. I want to take you somewhere.” She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice.
“Uh-oh. You’re worrying me. You’ve never been to New York City. Where could you possibly think I need to go?”
“Are you going to come with me or not?”
“On my way.”
It seemed like forever before the elevator doors opened and he stepped off.
He took her hand. “I think I like this take-charge side of you.”
“You’d better get used to it.” Kelly raced to a taxi waiting at the front door. She dug for something in her purse, then opened the passenger door and leaned in. “We need to go here.” She thrust the business card toward the driver, then slid in.
Andrew got into the car. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
“I have a special invitation from a very nice woman for what’s supposed to be the best cheesecake in the whole city.”
“Really? In the whole city?” He shifted his glance. “You do realize New York is known for its cheesecake.”
“Yep.”
They drove across town. Kelly hoped Mrs. Leary would be there. She wanted to thank her for her words of wisdom and kindness.
The taxi pulled to the curb, and Kelly peered out the window. “This is it.” She jumped out first, bouncing with excitement as Andrew stepped out of the car in front of The Manhattan Original Diner.
He followed her inside.
Kelly waved down a waitress. “Hi, I’m hoping Henry Leary is here. His wife, Candace, told me I had to come and try his cheesecake.”
“Grab that booth over there. I’ll check and be right with you.” The waitress snagged two menus from the counter. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” She scooted into the booth.
“Oh. My. Gawsh. Who knew I’d ever really see you again!” The tiny woman slid right into the booth next to her.
Kelly slid over. “How could I pass up your offer?”
“You’re a good girl. I knew it.” She shook a finger in her direction. “You can’t pass up my Henry’s cheesecake. He’ll be here in a minute. He’s bringing it out personally.”
“Thank you,” Kelly said.
“You should’ve told me you were going to be on my favorite television show! I almost dropped my dentures when I saw you on there. I cheered for you the whole way. No offense,” she said to Andrew.
Mrs. Leary leaned her forearms on the table. “And this, Kelly. This man. He’s the one. I knew it before they even revealed that you two had been a couple before the show. I just knew it.” Mrs. Leary tapped the side of her head. “I have special gifts. I just know things.”
“I’m glad that was in my favor,” Andrew said.