When his mother entered the office of Five Cuisines, Greg Ramsey pushed his chair back and smiled in welcome. "Your timing is perfect. Just finished creating the menus for the week."
Stella Ramsey crossed the room and kissed his cheek. "And how is my handsome son?"
"Pleased with our success." The restaurant had opened six months before and was on the way to becoming a profitable venture. For the past month, there'd been few empty tables at either seating. Even on Wednesday and Thursday evenings, they'd been nicely booked. The weekend lunches were gaining the attention of the people who came to browse in the antique shops and other unusual stores.
He reached for the letter that had arrived in the morning mail. The offer could make or break his dream. He knew very little about the magazine other than a spread was eagerly sought by restaurants. As a silent partner, his mother had a voice in whether they should chance a bad review.
"What was so important you interrupted my lunch date." She stared at him. "You've found a weekend hostess."
He shook his head. "That job's yours until you say you've had enough."
"Then what?" She sat on the captain's chair beside the desk. "Have you met the woman of your dreams?"