Chapter 13
Marina pulled another batch of mini-tarts from the oven and placed them on cooling racks. She swept her sleeve across her forehead, feeling the heat rising from Myrtle, the old red oven. Fortunately, the kitchen had passed the inspection.
Marina had been working all day. First, finishing the paperwork from City Hall, and then deciding on recipes, buying groceries, and baking. She was concerned that Gwen still hadn’t returned her call, even though she’d tried reaching her again.
Kai sauntered into the room, humming an old Broadway tune.
“Irving Berlin?”
“Very good.” Kai spread out her fingers, making jazz hands on either side of her face. “‘There’s No Business Like Show Business.’ But from which show?”
Marina made a face. “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers?”
“Nope. Annie Get
