By seven-thirty, Rosalind and Callum were standing inside my father’s woodworking shop demanding that he “talk sense into me.” Unfortunately for them, Dad was not alone. Two Sorrel Court executives were there reviewing custom dining tables his company had been commissioned to build for the hotel project. One of them recognized Callum immediately. “Hartwell Restaurant?” she asked. Callum straightened proudly—until she added, “Delphine developed half your original menu, didn’t she?”
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