had to have been ideas in your head at the beginning. How did you develop the recipes for those?”
“That was a long time ago.” Before Melina died. Before grief and frustration and anger clouded his mind and heart. Nowadays he went through the motions but stayed under the darkness. Which was how he wanted it. Or thought he did anyway.
Another Shane’s Table was opening. Truthfully, so what? A cookbook as a publicity stunt Reg said would bring their brand to every corner of the world. So what? The Feed U Project with the kids was about all he cared about anymore. Just as he and his family had done in a dozen other locations, he’d turned a warehouse in downtown Vegas into a kitchen where he taught local kids how to cook.
Reg’s call interrupted his musing. His brother wanted to meet right away.
“I gotta go, Sugar,” he said to the five-foot-two ray of light.
“I thought we were supposed to achieve something on the cookbook today.”
He turned to the pan he had cooling on a nearby rack. With his fingers, he broke off a taste of what he had baked earlier. From an old recipe that it had occurred to him to whip up this morning. With Audrey in mind, if he was being honest.
“Pan de dulce de leche. Caramel.” Shane popped the chunk of still-warm cake into her delectable mouth.
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