by Gow, Kailin
One minute.
Taryn, I know you aren’t answering my texts, but know this. The last couple of months with you have changed me, challenged me in many ways, taken me to places emotionally and physically that I never thought I could go. I never thought I could have such a strong instant connection to you, to anyone, but when I read your desire to attend The Institute, then saw your photo; it reached into me and pulled at me until I had to take a chance with you. I’m scared about us, just as you are. I don’t think I could ever feel this way about anyone…please, Taryn…come back to me.
Savor Me (Volume 2, Master Chefs Series)
July 2013
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Savor Me
Master Chefs #2
Kailin Gow
Prologue
“Over here, Miss Taryn Cummings.”
Caught in the busy come and go of JFK airport, Taryn turned to see her brother in the crowd, waving her over. He flashed her a mocking grin. Forcing a smile, she waved and maneuvered her way to him. “Bobby,” she said as she gave him a hug. “What are you doing here? Mom made you come out and get me, huh?”
He kissed her cheek and took her suitcase. “Hey, what an opinion you have of your little brother. I offered to come.”
“Yeah, I know how you love to drive through traffic, wrestle into a parking space and elbow your way through this crowd… all to come and help me lug my suitcase back out… How far are you parked?”
Chuckling, he put his arm around her shoulder and escorted her out. “It’s a beautiful day for a walk in the Big A. I’m sure after being cooped up in that plane for hours, a little fresh air will do you good.”
Shielding his eyes from the blinding sun, he stopped and looked out at the field of cars. “Now, if only I could remember where I left that big, black sucker.”
Taryn looked at him. “Mom let you take her Lexus?”
“Hey, I’m offended. You say that like I’m not trustworthy.” He continued to scan the parking lot.
“Seriously, Bobby. Where d’you park it?”
He nudged her playfully with his elbow and turned to the left. Sooner than he’d let on, they arrived at the large SUV. After tossing her suitcase into the back seat, they got in and drove off.
“So?”
“So?”
“How’s my driving?”
“Your driving? I just came home from months in France and you want me to comment on your driving?”
“Ever since you got in the car, you’ve been checking my blind spot, looking behind us, making sure I make a full stop. Relax, ma grande soeur, I know how to drive.”
“And you’ve been learning a bit of French, too?”
“Well, you’ve been there so long, I thought maybe you wouldn’t understand English anymore.” He laughed at himself.
“You're such a silly goof.”
“Ha, that’s not what Kristy said last night.”
Taryn leaned her head back into the headrest. “Please, spare me the details of your torrid love life.”
“It’s not torrid. It’s just busy.”
She turned to look at him. “I must admit, mon petit frere, you do look good.” She reached out to finger a blond lock that lightly brushed against the nape of his neck. “You let your hair grow in a bit.”
“Yeah… the girls love it.”
Taryn laughed. “I imagine they would. So, besides staying busy with the ladies, what you been up to?”
“Still taking those cooking classes at college. You know, girls love that, too. Do you know how much girls are turned on by a guy who knows how to cook?”
“Yeah,” Taryn droned. “Tell me about it.”
“And at my age. I mean, girls don’t expect a good looking, eighteen year old guy to be so talented in the kitchen… you know what I mean?”
“You're an eternal flirt, you know that?”
“Yep.”
“And so humble.”
“I do what I can. Besides, false humility never did anybody good.”
Taryn snorted. “What about the restaurant?”
“Busy. I’m there more than thirty hours a week now.”
“Thirty? And when do you go to college?”
“Pretty much the rest of the time. I have to admit, between running the kitchen and keeping my grades up, I don’t have much time to fool around.”
Taryn grinned and affectionately patted his hand. “I’m sure you manage to find time.”
Glancing at her, he flashed her his killer smile.
No wonder the girls all fall for him, she thought. He is pretty darn cute.
“You know, now that you’ve dropped all this Paris business, why don’t you take a course with me at college.”
“I don’t think so. I’m going to concentrate on giving mom a hand at the restaurant. The hours I put in will give you a break.”
“Ah, come on. It’d be fun. I mean, I know it’s not a Parisian institute or nothing, but it’s a decent course. I’ve already learned a lot. And not just about cooking. I’m taking a restaurant management course now.”
“Thanks, Bobby, but I honestly can’t imagine working with you most of the day then going off to take the same classes as you. I think a sibling relationship can only take so much togetherness.”
Looking straight ahead, he snorted. “Yeah, I think you're right.”
As they drove in front of La Benicoise, one of the restaurants Errol had opened in New York, Taryn’s heart skipped a beat. She’d managed to put him out of her mind the entire twenty minutes she’d spent catching up with Bobby, but now the thought of him struck her unexpectedly and knocked the air out of her.
Savor Me continues Taryn and Errol’s story…coming soon!
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