The Chef's Choice / The Boss's Proposal. Kristin Hardy

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      About the Author

      KRISTIN HARDY has always wanted to write and started her first novel while still in school. Although she became a laser engineer by training, she never gave up her dream of being an author. Kristin lives in New Hampshire with her husband and collaborator. Check out her website at www.kristinhardy.com.

       The Chef’s Choice

       The Boss’s Proposal

      Kristin Hardy

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       The Chef’s Choice

      Kristin Hardy

      Dear Reader,

      My name is Kristin and I’m a cookaholic. I used to think I could quit anytime I want, but now I have to admit it—I’m obsessed. Maybe I should blame my mother, who let me watch Galloping Gourmet reruns when I was home sick as a kid, or my high-school teacher, who introduced me to Julia Child. At any rate, it was only a matter of time before I wrote a book about a chef, which, of course, required me to finagle my way into a five-star-restaurant kitchen. Purely for research purposes, of course. Several months and several hundred dollars’ worth of cooking gear later (Japanese turning mandoline! Timbale molds! Immersion circulator!), this book was born.

      I’d love to hear what you think of Cady and Damon and the rest of the McBains, so drop me a line at [email protected]. And don’t forget to watch for the stories of Max, Walker and Tucker, coming soon. In the meantime, stop by www.kristinhardy.com for news, recipes and contests or to sign up for my newsletter informing readers of new releases.

      Enjoy!

       Kristin Hardy

      Dedication

      To Shannon, for the dreams, to Teresa, for everything

      to Gail and Charles (may he live forever) for not

      hunting me down and strangling me and, of course,

      to Stephen, who understands the true secret ingredient

      Acknowledgments

      Thanks go to Chef Jonathan Cartwright and his staff at the White Barn Inn, for giving me a window into their world, to Eric Lusty at the Dockside Guest Quarters, for taking me behind the scenes and Joe DeSalazar, food blogger extraordinaire (www.blog. foodienyc.com), for the ramps.

       Chapter One

      “Mind the front desk? Me?” Cady McBain looked up from where she was planting a flowering kale to stare at her mother plaintively.

      “Only a few hours. Just until your father and I get back from Portland,” Amanda McBain added hastily.

      Cady almost smiled. McBains had run the Compass Rose Guest Quarters for four generations. For her parents and even her brother and sister before they’d moved away, tending to guests at the Maine inn was second nature, effortless.

      For Cady, it was usually excruciating.

      There were times she was sure there’d been a mix-up at the hospital when she was a baby. Give her a hedge to trim or pansies to plant, and she’d go at it with gusto. She kept the grounds of the Compass Rose impeccable, from the flower beds to the trees to the emerald back lawn that ran down to the lapping waters of tiny Grace Harbor. Cady could make sense of plants. She understood them, they were predictable.

      She couldn’t make heads or tails of people.

      It wasn’t that she didn’t try—although dealing with guests was right up there with root canals on her list of fun things to do. Somehow, though, she always said or did the wrong thing.

      “Where’s Lynne?” she asked now, thinking of the brisk, efficient woman who worked as their desk clerk.

      “She called in sick but we can’t reschedule your father’s appointment."

      “Didn’t Dad go to the doctor last week?” Cady rose, brushing the dirt off her hands.

      “He did, but Dr. Belt wanted him to have some tests.”

      “Tests?” She frowned. “What kind of tests?”

      “You’ll find out after you turn fifty,” Ian McBain said darkly as he walked up behind them. “Suffice it to say you’ll never look at fruit juice the same way again. Anyway, it’s all a waste of time. I’m as healthy as a horse."

      “And we want to keep you that way.” Cady smoothed his hair where the morning breeze off the water had ruffled it. “Go to your appointment."

      “I hope we’re not messing up your schedule too much,” her mother said.

      Cady shrugged. “I was planning to work the grounds all day, anyway. I can keep an eye on the place.” She didn’t add that she’d anticipated spending at least half of it in the gleaming greenhouse she’d put up earlier that spring at the back of the property, the heated greenhouse where bedding plants for her fledgling landscaping business were already stretching their heads aboveground.

      Ian looked from Cady to Amanda. “You’re leaving her in charge?"

      Amanda raised a brow. “You have a better idea?” “Cancel my appointment?” he offered hopefully.

      “Nice try.” She turned toward the house.

      “You’re not going to run off all our guests, are you?” Ian gave Cady an uneasy look. “We do actually need to make some money. That new roof isn’t going to pay for itself, you know."

      “Leave it to me, Daddio,” she soothed. “I’ll take care of everything."

      “Why do I get nervous when you say that?” СКАЧАТЬ