Part 13 (1/2)

Penny glanced at him. ”I didn't think you'd admit that.”

”I was wrong.”

The lady lawyer grinned. ”Care to embroider that on a pillow? Women everywhere would love to see it.”

”No, thanks.”

Cal excused them and they moved to another group of local business people. He introduced her and then let her explain about her philosophy as far as using local ingredients whenever possible.

”We live in a wonderful part of the country,” she said. ”Why not take advantage of that?”

A reporter from the Seattle Times moved closer. ”Are you going to be featuring Was.h.i.+ngton wines?”

”Of course. And those from Oregon and British Columbia. Obviously, we'll have selections from California, France and other places, but our focus is regional.”

The next two hours were a blur of introductions and sound bites to sell the restaurant. Cal stayed close except when she ducked into the kitchen to check on things. When she returned to the dining room, it was to find Naomi leading Gloria Buchanan toward her.

They were an odd couple. Gloria was small, with white hair and piercing blue eyes. Her clothes cost more than the national debt of several small island nations. Naomi towered over her, six feet of Amazon beauty. Her wavy dark hair fell down her back, and her green eyes seemed to laugh at the world. But it was the heart tattoo on her bare shoulder and the way her b.r.e.a.s.t.s moved in the black halter top that really caught one's attention.

”Lookee who I found,” Naomi said, releasing Gloria's arm and grinning. ”Don't you know her?”

Gloria adjusted the sleeve of her winter-white wool suit jacket and sniffed. ”Who is this person?” she demanded.

”h.e.l.lo, Gloria,” Penny said, forcing a smile. Gloria had made it very clear she would never forgive Penny for leaving her precious grandson. After all, in Gloria's mind, marriage to a Buchanan was a pinnacle few could hope to achieve. ”Nice to see you. This is my friend Naomi.”

Gloria glanced at the other woman, then turned back to Penny. ”If you say so.”

”Oh, Penny and I go way back,” Naomi said cheerfully. ”We met while she was still at the culinary inst.i.tute. I was her next-door neighbor and she came over to complain that I was making too much noise.”

Penny winced, knowing what was to come.

Naomi lowered her voice. ”It was the s.e.x. I have this thing for younger men and that can get kinda noisy. I felt really bad. But Penny was great about it and we became friends.”

Gloria's expression didn't change, but her mouth tightened. It was what gave her away-a trait she shared with her grandson.

Cal joined them. Gloria looked at him. ”Do you know this woman?” she demanded, pointing at Naomi.

Cal groaned. ”Oh, yeah.”

Naomi sighed. ”Tell her about the time I saw you naked,” she said, then strolled off.

Cal looked from Naomi to his grandmother, then excused himself. Under the circ.u.mstances, Penny couldn't exactly blame him. Unfortunately, his action left her alone with Gloria.

”So, Callister hired you,” the older woman said, her voice laced with displeasure.

”That he did. I have a three-year contract.”

”I see.”

”Have you tasted the food?”