Chapter 10 - How Did A Common Waitress Know This Secret Recipe?Ronan regained his composure with visible effort, wiping his cheek with the edge of a linen napkin.
“Sit down, Tessa,” Ronan ordered, pointing to the empty velvet chair opposite his seat at the table.
“I’m just a waitress, Mr. Callahan; I should get back to the kitchen,” Tessa hesitated.
“I said sit down,” Ronan repeated, his tone leaving zero room for argument or refusal.
Tessa pulled out the chair and sat down, her hands resting nervously in her lap.
“How long did Eda talk about the past?” Ronan asked, leaning forward with intense curiosity.
“Not very long; she was a quiet woman who lived in a small house near the bayou,” Tessa explained.
“She told me that cooking was about memory, not precision, and that some dishes are meant to heal.”
Ronan nodded slowly, realizing that Eda had deliberately trained Tessa to carry on her secret legacy.
“She knew who I was, didn't she?” Ronan asked, fixing his piercing gaze on the young waitress.
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“She never mentioned a mafia boss; she only talked about a little boy who loved rich beef stew,” Tessa replied.
A faint, bittersweet smile finally touched Ronan’s lips for the first time in over a decade.
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