Chapter 61

Tasha’s POV

There is no neat way to eat barbecue, even when wearing an expensive silk blouse. 

I hesitated at first, waiting until everyone else at the community center got a plate, but then it seemed odd and snobbish for me not to eat too. 

Plus, the food smelled so good I was practically drooling. 

Luckily, Rainer was eating his heaping plate near the food table while talking to Mr. Reynolds. 

I watched him lick the thick, tangy sauce off his fingers until he caught my glance and smiled. 

"Too spicy?" the woman next to me asked. 

"The barbecue? No, it's delicious," I said. She turned to look at Rainer. 

"Yeah, he is too," she said. I recognized her as the front desk secretary of the community center.

 "He's my co-worker."

 "So was my husband, once. My name is Deanna Reynolds," the woman said. 

"You two still work together?" I hid my avid interest behind another bite