Summer Heat

“Yes, my dad has two brothers. They both live here in New York and all of them got their start in the steel business. Now their corporations are basically run by my cousins, so the uncles are just as bored as my father.”

Sam nodded. “When my father gets bored he cooks. Then he changes the menu at the restaurants. His managers and chefs hate when he does that, especially my brother, Cole.”

“You’re from a large family, right?” she asked, finishing off one roll then using her fork to sample the spinach salad that came with her entrée.

“I’m one of four children. My parents are from New Orleans, where the Desdune lineage could probably occupy two or three counties.” He chuckled at that, sipped his wine and used his napkin to wipe his fingers.

His plate was clear, she noticed with amazement. Well, he’d said he was hungry.

“Ever heard of Lucien’s, the Creole-and-Cajun restaurant? There’s one in Harlem,” he told her.

“There sure is,” she said when she’d finished chewing. The dressing was excellent, and Karena found herself enjoying the meal as well as the company. “I’ve been there a few times. The ham with bourbon-pecan sauce is fantastic.”

He smiled proudly. “One of my father’s favorite dishes. My brother—he’s the next to the oldest—manages the Greenwich restaurant. There’s one in New Orleans and another one in Atlanta.”

“You said you had a twin. Are you and she the oldest?”

“No. Bree and I are the youngest children. Lynn’s my oldest sister.”

“And you and Bree are the only two who didn’t go into the restaurant business?”

“Lynn’s a family-law attorney. Cole’s the only one who followed my dad’s footsteps.”

“Really?” That was interesting. “So what does your mother do?”

“What doesn’t she do?” He chuckled. “She has her hand in everything, from the restaurants to the hundreds of committees in Greenwich where we live, to the charities she likes to work with. I swear I don’t know how she does it. She’s like the Energizer Bunny pumped with adrenaline.”

Karena laughed, the tiny sound bubbling from her chest, reaching her eyes and stretching across the table, taking Sam’s breath away.

“What about your mother, what does she do while you and your sisters are working with your father?” he asked suddenly, wanting to know everything he could about her.

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