Jack and Ginger (Sacred Heart Coven Book 3) by Felicia Starr Page B
Authors: Felicia Starr
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up to multiple toppings. What more could you want?" Ginger loved pizza almost as much as she loved football. "Maybe have a gluten free, and dairy free option as well."
"I will never really get the point of thin crust pizza. It feels like diet pizza to me, but I know that people go crazy for it. One plus is that you use less ingredients to make the crust which is always good for food costs," Redford interjected.
"What kind of pizza do you like?" Ginger found herself snapping at him. She surprised herself and tried to cover it up and make it sound more playful. "Maybe I will have to show you what good pizza is."
"I bet you could show me good pizza. But if you come to my city, I will show you what great pizza is."
"Oh sounds like there is a pizza battle brewing." Steve laughed. "Watch out, Ginger, Red is from Chicago, and he probably has a taste for the deep dish pizza."
Ginger saw Steve and Jasinda eyeballing each other. She knew when people were talking with their eyes. But what were they saying? She looked over and Jasinda gave her a look and half an eyebrow lift. Ginger felt her face flush again. Did it seem like she was flirting with this guy? How unprofessional.
"I never met a pizza I didn't like. How about I give you a quick tour and show you what kind of equipment we have here now. We can maybe talk more about the concept after you see the space that we are working with." Steve stood up and showed Redford to the kitchen.
Ginger was about to follow behind, but Jasinda grabbed her by the arm. Before she could speak, Ginger was already apologizing.
"I am so sorry I missed what you said. I am a bit distracted today."
"What, no! That's not...don't worry about that. You know I am way too easy going to be upset you didn't hear me."
"Oh. What's wrong then?"
"Um, nothing is wrong. I hope you are not blind to what is going on here." Jasinda spoke just above a whisper. The guys were in the kitchen, but there was an opening and the music and televisions were off.
"It's going well, right?"
"You didn't notice the way he was looking at you?" Jasinda looked at her sideways. "He is totally into you."
"Me? No way, he watched me practically fall on my face yesterday. I need a drink. Did you make any tea by chance?" Ginger started to walk toward the bar to grab a glass.
"Don't try to change the subject. I think he bought that coffee for you because he wanted to buy you a coffee. Maybe he didn't see you fall."
"Oh he saw me all right. The old lady working there told me that he wanted me to have a better rest of the day, or something like that."
Jasinda brought her hands into a prayer position over her nose and pressed her brows together. "Oh, that is so sweet. I might start to cry." She started to fan herself.
"You are hilarious and overly emotional. Are you pregnant?" Ginger thought she may have stumbled on something.
"Me, no way, I don't think so. We certainly are not trying to be." She opened the cooler next to the sinks and pulled out a large pitcher. "Here is some peach berry tea. Pour me a glass too please."
Jasinda heard the door swish open behind her. She turned to see the guys coming back out still heavily in conversation about the ovens and prep area.
"Can I offer you guys some iced tea?" Jasinda pulled out two more glasses and Ginger kept herself busy by filling them with ice and straws.
"Yes please, that sounds terrific," Redford answered.
"Hey did Steve tell you that Jasinda makes homemade mead and fresh brewed teas. They don't currently serve either, but I think they are amazing and something you definitely can't find anywhere else. Jasinda and I were talking the other day about constructing some kind of tasting menu around her meads, maybe some local craft beers could be incorporated into the mix as well."
"No, actually we haven't gotten that far. I was supposed to be here for a few days, but we decided the best thing would be for me to take everything that we have talked about today and
"I will never really get the point of thin crust pizza. It feels like diet pizza to me, but I know that people go crazy for it. One plus is that you use less ingredients to make the crust which is always good for food costs," Redford interjected.
"What kind of pizza do you like?" Ginger found herself snapping at him. She surprised herself and tried to cover it up and make it sound more playful. "Maybe I will have to show you what good pizza is."
"I bet you could show me good pizza. But if you come to my city, I will show you what great pizza is."
"Oh sounds like there is a pizza battle brewing." Steve laughed. "Watch out, Ginger, Red is from Chicago, and he probably has a taste for the deep dish pizza."
Ginger saw Steve and Jasinda eyeballing each other. She knew when people were talking with their eyes. But what were they saying? She looked over and Jasinda gave her a look and half an eyebrow lift. Ginger felt her face flush again. Did it seem like she was flirting with this guy? How unprofessional.
"I never met a pizza I didn't like. How about I give you a quick tour and show you what kind of equipment we have here now. We can maybe talk more about the concept after you see the space that we are working with." Steve stood up and showed Redford to the kitchen.
Ginger was about to follow behind, but Jasinda grabbed her by the arm. Before she could speak, Ginger was already apologizing.
"I am so sorry I missed what you said. I am a bit distracted today."
"What, no! That's not...don't worry about that. You know I am way too easy going to be upset you didn't hear me."
"Oh. What's wrong then?"
"Um, nothing is wrong. I hope you are not blind to what is going on here." Jasinda spoke just above a whisper. The guys were in the kitchen, but there was an opening and the music and televisions were off.
"It's going well, right?"
"You didn't notice the way he was looking at you?" Jasinda looked at her sideways. "He is totally into you."
"Me? No way, he watched me practically fall on my face yesterday. I need a drink. Did you make any tea by chance?" Ginger started to walk toward the bar to grab a glass.
"Don't try to change the subject. I think he bought that coffee for you because he wanted to buy you a coffee. Maybe he didn't see you fall."
"Oh he saw me all right. The old lady working there told me that he wanted me to have a better rest of the day, or something like that."
Jasinda brought her hands into a prayer position over her nose and pressed her brows together. "Oh, that is so sweet. I might start to cry." She started to fan herself.
"You are hilarious and overly emotional. Are you pregnant?" Ginger thought she may have stumbled on something.
"Me, no way, I don't think so. We certainly are not trying to be." She opened the cooler next to the sinks and pulled out a large pitcher. "Here is some peach berry tea. Pour me a glass too please."
Jasinda heard the door swish open behind her. She turned to see the guys coming back out still heavily in conversation about the ovens and prep area.
"Can I offer you guys some iced tea?" Jasinda pulled out two more glasses and Ginger kept herself busy by filling them with ice and straws.
"Yes please, that sounds terrific," Redford answered.
"Hey did Steve tell you that Jasinda makes homemade mead and fresh brewed teas. They don't currently serve either, but I think they are amazing and something you definitely can't find anywhere else. Jasinda and I were talking the other day about constructing some kind of tasting menu around her meads, maybe some local craft beers could be incorporated into the mix as well."
"No, actually we haven't gotten that far. I was supposed to be here for a few days, but we decided the best thing would be for me to take everything that we have talked about today and
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