For the past year, talented chef Millie has been consumed with running her new catering business with her sisters, Dru and Tasha. It isn't until Jackson walks through their door that she realizes something may be missing in the recipe of her life.
For the past year, Jackson has been dealing with the fallout of his wife's abandonment. He's had to learn how to be a single father to their eight-year-old daughter, and will do anything to fill the void her mother left. It isn't until he commissions Millie for his daughter's birthday party that he realizes he's forgotten that he's not only a father, but a man.
They both think they're content in their lives, but sometimes the right amount of spice can turn an okay dish into a magnificent one. A Pinch of Salt may be all that's needed to bring Millie and Jackson the flavor they've been missing.
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“Where the hell is Dru?” Tasha asked with a scowl as she stomped into my kitchen.
“Ah, I think she said she was going to check out decorations for the upcoming Wilson event,” I answered as I rolled out dough on the floured table. “Why, what’s up?”
“Mrs. Chapman just corned me for forty-five minutes about her daughter’s baby shower,” Tasha complained. “Dru promised me she’d handle it. She knows how that woman drives me batty.”
“Where’d she catch you?” I asked as I kneaded.
“On my way out of the bathroom at the deli.”
“Yikes,” I said with a chuckle.
“She blocked the sink, so I had to listen to her gripe while I waited to wash my hands. She held me hostage, Mills.”
I laughed at the look of pure horror on my younger sister’s face.
“What else do you have this afternoon?” I asked, trying to take her mind off of her hostage situation.
“I’m going to stop by the printers and pick up the new business cards, then run over to the event space and make sure everything is on schedule for tonight. Can you hold down the fort?”
“Sure thing,” I replied, smacking my lips together to blow her a kiss, since my hands were covered in dough.
“Thanks, babe,” Tasha said, then left as quickly as she’d entered.
Three Sister’s Catering had started out as strictly a catering business, but over the last year we’d added a small seating area and counter in the front of the store. Now, not only did we offer a full catering menu for events, but we sold assorted coffee, tea, and pastries.
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