Chapter 18
Driving as quickly as she dared without jostling the trays of hors d’oeuvres in the back seat and trunk of her car, Marina wound through the streets of Summer Beach. Heather’s call had her running behind, but Ginger and Kai had stepped up to help, and she was so grateful. She eased into the rear parking area behind the Seabreeze Inn and came to rest where Ivy had told her to park—right next to Ivy’s cherry red, vintage Chevrolet convertible.
Marina turned off the car and gripped the steering wheel for a moment to gather herself. She hadn’t been this nervous since her first day on the air reading the news. Creating food that people loved is what she yearned to do now. Still, everyone had different tastes in food.
Too much salt to some was merely a good start to others.
Marina
