Chapter 3
Sarah imagined that her stomach must be huge, though she was slender. She figured she was making up for lost meals. The lemon chicken was finished, but there was still dessert. She was completely, one-hundred percent full and couldn’t swallow another bite, even if those cream puffs were staring her in the face.
If she didn’t eat them, they’d be given to staff or tossed out with the trash and that seemed such a shame. The chef had spent time making them, especially for her.
She licked her lips, remembering the sweet powdered sugar. Beau’s chair scraped against his bamboo floor as he pushed away from the dining table. She glanced up at him as he said, “I’m getting a coffee. Is there anything else you need?”
Her heart beat faster. This wasn’t good. “For you to tell me that you l
