Table for Two
Summer Desserts\Lessons Learned
Chapter One
Her name was Summer. It was a name that conjured visions of hot petaled flowers,
sudden storms and long, restless nights. It also brought images of sun-warmed
meadows and naps in the shade. It suited her.
As she stood, hands poised, body tensed, eyes alert, there wasn't a sound in the
room. No one, absolutely no one, took their eyes off her. She might move slowly,
but there wasn't a person there who wanted to chance missing a gesture, a
motion. All attention, all concentration, was riveted upon that one slim,
solitary figure. Strains of Chopin floated romantically through the air. The
light slanted and shot through her neatly bound hair - rich, warm brown with
hints and tints of gold. Two emerald studs winked at her ears.
Her skin was a bit flushed so that a r ... read full excerpt from Table for Two ebook
