Martha Langford tasted first, then reached for another. “This is delicious. Light but full of flavor.”
Mia allowed herself a small breath of relief. This was a good start. There was still a full menu ahead and no room to stumble.
Shallow white bowls were placed in front of the group.
“Butternut squash bisque,” Mia said. “Brown-butter créme fraiche, crispy sage and toasted pumpkin seeds.”
Steam curled up, carrying the scent of roasted squash and nutty butter—warm and familiar.
Josie lifted her spoon, tasted and rolled her eyes. “Oh, that’s lovely.”
Her mother nodded, already halfway through her bowl. “It’s rich but not heavy.”
“Yes,” Mia said. “It opens the meal without stealing the show.”
Mia smoothed her hands down the front of her jacket and took a cleansing breath.
The citrus salad followed, bright and fresh, a deliberate contrast. Then the entrees: tastings of beef medallions in a pool of red wine demi-glace, garlic whipped potatoes, roasted carrots and beans; or pan-seared chicken supreme with wild rice pilaf and roasted root vegetables. Conversation picked up as forks moved faster, nods were exchanged and a quiet approval settled around the table.
The vegetarian course followed.
“Wild-mushroom risotto with lemon thyme oil,” Mia said, watching Josie closely now.
Josie smiled. “I have friends who will love this.”
Finally, the plates were cleared, and Mia felt the tension ease just a fraction.
“For dessert,” Mia said, “warmed chocolate tortes or maple-pecan tart with whipped bourbon cream, and candied pecans. My signature.”
Josie tasted the tart and smiled. “This tastes like winter in the best way.”
Andrew nodded in agreement.
The mayor set down his fork and looked at her. “This is impressive. Thoughtful. Polished.”
Mia inclined her head. “That’s always the goal.”
Josie reached for Andrew’s hand. “I think we’re going to have a hard time choosing.”
“Take your time,” Mia said. “I’ll send a summary and pricing once you’ve decided.”
The family thanked her as they filed out, smiles on their faces.
As they left, Mia stood alone for a moment, the echo of their approval still lingering and warming something deep in her chest.
Thursday morning,Caleb’s truck was already in the drive when Mia stepped outside. He was talking to the guys, hands moving as he explained something.
She hadn’t expected he would be back to work on the barn right away, and the sight of him tugged at her more than she wanted to admit.
“You’re back,” she said, smiling before she could stop herself.
“Got in last night,” he replied. “I’m anxious to get this done for you.”
“I’m sure it’ll be beautiful when it’s finished,” Mia said, trying her best not to ogle him. The morning sun was catching in his hair. His tool belt hung low over worn jeans, and the black tee stretched over a muscular chest did absolutely nothing to help her focus or remember how to breathe.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You need to stop looking at me like that or I’m going to kiss the daylights out of you in front of everyone.”
Mia’s pulse raced. Oh yes, please. The thought sent a dangerous thrill straight through her.
