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. Serve thecountess first, of course. Harley nods. If I m telling you thingsyou already know, just ignore me. Harley nods again. And Iset the table with the sterling cheese forks they look odd, witha flat edge.But that s what s best for melting cheese.If the cheesewere firm, you would use the Wow you know your shit, Harley says.She takes the sec-ond plate and begins to transfer them from the kitchen to thedining room where they are met with ooohs and ahhhs. I take it they like what they see? Dove asks when Harleybounds back into the kitchen. I said they re fried cheese, Harley says.Dove s smile fades, her shoulders slump. No who the hellwants fried cheese as a starter at a fancy dinner party? Dovefinishes arranging the wedges so that each plate is identical andhelps Harley serve the final four. These are hand-rolled Camembert done in a panko crumbserved with a red currant citrus puree. Dove holds her two plates &.*-: '3"/,-*/out, going to Diggs and Luke to serve them, but Harley gets therefirst, leaving Dove to hand one to some random friend of Luke sand the last to Max.She places the plate directly in front of him, turning the cheeseso the points face away, proper etiquette.Max turns it back to facehim.She turns it away and then he turns it back until she lets outa small but audible humph.Under the table she flicks his arm andthen smiles at everyone else. Enjoy! Back in the kitchen, she turns the roast, readies the plates andvegetables, checks on the chocolate mousse Melissa had startedto prepare, and wonders what the real cook is up to, if she ll behappy the dinner s going well, or feel as though Dove s steppedover the line, trying to be a better chef.I just hope she s okay, shethinks, setting all the dirty utensils and pans into the right sideof the sink, which she s filled with hot soapy water.The bubblescome up to her elbows and for a second, she drifts away, imagin-ing floating in the water warm waters with William.She eyesthe clock.He s due to call in two hours they ve never misseda day since being apart well, except that once when he was intransit from here to the island of Nevis in the West Indies, wherethe boat is docked.Last night he told her he had an important an-nouncement a special conversation to have and Dove can tickdown the minutes now until she hears from him.Starters, maincourse, sorbet, dessert, coffee, and my phone call.Then quickly Max is beside her, his arm plunged into thewarm water next to hers, their skin touching underneath thefroth.Dove s instinct is to pull away, but something holds herthere until Max speaks. Thought I d help by clearing. Don t bother, Dove says.Then she knows she soundsrude. I mean, thanks for the help, but I ve got it all undercontrol. #BMBODJOH "DUTShe looks up at Max.He looks down at her, his body still closeto hers. Do you? Dove stands there in the wake of Max s intensity, her insidesswirling.She washes the bubbles from her skin and turns her at-tention back to the roast, taking it out of the oven to rest beforeslicing it so that the meat will stay juicy. Hey. Harley clears the plates and checks on Dove s timing.Shenotes Max s proximity to Dove and wedges herself in between them,feeling territorial about her fellow chalet girl and her guests. I havea story that should take about five minutes think me, a greasedhog, and my high school drama teacher chasing it with a broom. Dove smiles, gritting her teeth as she tries to ignore Harley ship pressing into Max. You re an original, Harley. She is, Max says, his eyes boring into Dove s.He wipes hishands on a towel and then leaves. Thanks listen. Harley watches Max exit and puts theplates into the soapy water and then on her way out, tugs at Dove shair again. Two thoughts. Tell me, Dove says, glazing the baby carrots with a port-wine reduction sauce. I m all ears.They re the one part of mybody that s not overheated from the oven, sore, or busy. Harley laughs. One you come out with me tonight.Notnow but later I m not into the hot-tub scene. Not the tubs the tanks the outdoor water tanks near theFauxcean. The Fauxcean I haven t been there in a while. All theway on the other side of the resort, the Fauxcean was a once-warehouse that had been converted into an indoor ocean completewith phosphorescent waves, fish, and nighttime snorkeling itstag line, fake, but good. &.*-: '3"/,-*/ The party s there and out back. No, thanks, Dove says. I have an important phone call. She smiles, so Harley knows it s William. All right, all right.But should you change your mind. What was the other thing? Dove asks, slicing into a largecaramelized onion. Oh, Harley says over her shoulder on the way to the diningroom. If you ever want to really lose the princess image? Let medo your hair. Dove keeps working on the food, staring at the roast from be-hind the wisps of white-blonde fringe that have come loose fromthe knot at the back of her head.Max had said he loved her hairthat one time when they d danced at his eighteenth.I should chopit for that reason alone, Dove thinks, then recoils from the sugges-tion.No what he thinks doesn t matter.It s what I like, how I feel.William never mentioned her hair he said he wouldn t care ifshe shaved her head or never cut her hair again he liked her foreverything else.Dove smiles to herself, then eyes the clock oncemore before cutting into the roast.The meal over, the dishes set to dry on the racks, the lights in thekitchen switched off, Harley puts a quick line of brown-red lip-stick on and turns to Dove. You sure you re not coming? Dove nods. I don t feel right about it.Aren t you worriedabout her? What if she s trapped on the chairlift. Or being eaten by wolves? Harley shakes her head. Where I come from ski country, that is shit like this justhappens.You know people go off-piste or they do somethingstupid. Harley sighs, her edginess rising to the surface. Imean, Matron gave the radio report.There s a group in the Cliff #BMBODJOH "DUTHouse we have to assume she s in there.Unless she did some-thing stupid. Don t attack her when she s not here to deflect you. Dovegrimaces, wishing she could somehow be reassured that Melissawas okay. Melissa didn t do anything stupid, Dove defends.Shechecks her watch.Ten minutes.She has to get Harley out of hereso she ll have some privacy.Harley considers pushing the issue, telling Dove that it s alwaysdumb to ignore weather patterns, but then wonders if maybe herannoyance is coming from somewhere else.Maybe I wish I werestuck away from here, or with a certain someone.She sighs, retreat-ing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. Serve thecountess first, of course. Harley nods. If I m telling you thingsyou already know, just ignore me. Harley nods again. And Iset the table with the sterling cheese forks they look odd, witha flat edge.But that s what s best for melting cheese.If the cheesewere firm, you would use the Wow you know your shit, Harley says.She takes the sec-ond plate and begins to transfer them from the kitchen to thedining room where they are met with ooohs and ahhhs. I take it they like what they see? Dove asks when Harleybounds back into the kitchen. I said they re fried cheese, Harley says.Dove s smile fades, her shoulders slump. No who the hellwants fried cheese as a starter at a fancy dinner party? Dovefinishes arranging the wedges so that each plate is identical andhelps Harley serve the final four. These are hand-rolled Camembert done in a panko crumbserved with a red currant citrus puree. Dove holds her two plates &.*-: '3"/,-*/out, going to Diggs and Luke to serve them, but Harley gets therefirst, leaving Dove to hand one to some random friend of Luke sand the last to Max.She places the plate directly in front of him, turning the cheeseso the points face away, proper etiquette.Max turns it back to facehim.She turns it away and then he turns it back until she lets outa small but audible humph.Under the table she flicks his arm andthen smiles at everyone else. Enjoy! Back in the kitchen, she turns the roast, readies the plates andvegetables, checks on the chocolate mousse Melissa had startedto prepare, and wonders what the real cook is up to, if she ll behappy the dinner s going well, or feel as though Dove s steppedover the line, trying to be a better chef.I just hope she s okay, shethinks, setting all the dirty utensils and pans into the right sideof the sink, which she s filled with hot soapy water.The bubblescome up to her elbows and for a second, she drifts away, imagin-ing floating in the water warm waters with William.She eyesthe clock.He s due to call in two hours they ve never misseda day since being apart well, except that once when he was intransit from here to the island of Nevis in the West Indies, wherethe boat is docked.Last night he told her he had an important an-nouncement a special conversation to have and Dove can tickdown the minutes now until she hears from him.Starters, maincourse, sorbet, dessert, coffee, and my phone call.Then quickly Max is beside her, his arm plunged into thewarm water next to hers, their skin touching underneath thefroth.Dove s instinct is to pull away, but something holds herthere until Max speaks. Thought I d help by clearing. Don t bother, Dove says.Then she knows she soundsrude. I mean, thanks for the help, but I ve got it all undercontrol. #BMBODJOH "DUTShe looks up at Max.He looks down at her, his body still closeto hers. Do you? Dove stands there in the wake of Max s intensity, her insidesswirling.She washes the bubbles from her skin and turns her at-tention back to the roast, taking it out of the oven to rest beforeslicing it so that the meat will stay juicy. Hey. Harley clears the plates and checks on Dove s timing.Shenotes Max s proximity to Dove and wedges herself in between them,feeling territorial about her fellow chalet girl and her guests. I havea story that should take about five minutes think me, a greasedhog, and my high school drama teacher chasing it with a broom. Dove smiles, gritting her teeth as she tries to ignore Harley ship pressing into Max. You re an original, Harley. She is, Max says, his eyes boring into Dove s.He wipes hishands on a towel and then leaves. Thanks listen. Harley watches Max exit and puts theplates into the soapy water and then on her way out, tugs at Dove shair again. Two thoughts. Tell me, Dove says, glazing the baby carrots with a port-wine reduction sauce. I m all ears.They re the one part of mybody that s not overheated from the oven, sore, or busy. Harley laughs. One you come out with me tonight.Notnow but later I m not into the hot-tub scene. Not the tubs the tanks the outdoor water tanks near theFauxcean. The Fauxcean I haven t been there in a while. All theway on the other side of the resort, the Fauxcean was a once-warehouse that had been converted into an indoor ocean completewith phosphorescent waves, fish, and nighttime snorkeling itstag line, fake, but good. &.*-: '3"/,-*/ The party s there and out back. No, thanks, Dove says. I have an important phone call. She smiles, so Harley knows it s William. All right, all right.But should you change your mind. What was the other thing? Dove asks, slicing into a largecaramelized onion. Oh, Harley says over her shoulder on the way to the diningroom. If you ever want to really lose the princess image? Let medo your hair. Dove keeps working on the food, staring at the roast from be-hind the wisps of white-blonde fringe that have come loose fromthe knot at the back of her head.Max had said he loved her hairthat one time when they d danced at his eighteenth.I should chopit for that reason alone, Dove thinks, then recoils from the sugges-tion.No what he thinks doesn t matter.It s what I like, how I feel.William never mentioned her hair he said he wouldn t care ifshe shaved her head or never cut her hair again he liked her foreverything else.Dove smiles to herself, then eyes the clock oncemore before cutting into the roast.The meal over, the dishes set to dry on the racks, the lights in thekitchen switched off, Harley puts a quick line of brown-red lip-stick on and turns to Dove. You sure you re not coming? Dove nods. I don t feel right about it.Aren t you worriedabout her? What if she s trapped on the chairlift. Or being eaten by wolves? Harley shakes her head. Where I come from ski country, that is shit like this justhappens.You know people go off-piste or they do somethingstupid. Harley sighs, her edginess rising to the surface. Imean, Matron gave the radio report.There s a group in the Cliff #BMBODJOH "DUTHouse we have to assume she s in there.Unless she did some-thing stupid. Don t attack her when she s not here to deflect you. Dovegrimaces, wishing she could somehow be reassured that Melissawas okay. Melissa didn t do anything stupid, Dove defends.Shechecks her watch.Ten minutes.She has to get Harley out of hereso she ll have some privacy.Harley considers pushing the issue, telling Dove that it s alwaysdumb to ignore weather patterns, but then wonders if maybe herannoyance is coming from somewhere else.Maybe I wish I werestuck away from here, or with a certain someone.She sighs, retreat-ing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]