Chapter 6
Dirk really didn’t want to do this.
When Barb called, he’d been equal parts ashamed and happy. Happy because he really wanted to see her face, client or not, and ashamed at what he needed to tell her. The hug made it easier. At least he’d have that, if not any fee.
Once she’d let him loose and sat down, he sighed and ran his hands—carefully—through his hair.
“So I checked into copyright and trademark law. It seems there’s no protection for recipes, since lists of ingredients and steps are considered factual, not artistic.”
“But that’s not fair!” Barb said. Now she looked angry.
“Look, there’s no way to prove that you’re the only one who ever combined those ingredients in that way,” he said, wishing he could make this easier. “Anyway, once I figured out we…you couldn’t go af
