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Gramma Jessie is better known for writing cookbooks.”
    â€œI worked with Greg Jarrett Sr. during my residency,” Nate mused. He showed no interest in Jessie’s activities, Emma noted without surprise.
    â€œAnd the Kenners?” he prompted.
    She gave a sigh. “Trudy Kenner met my grandfather when they were both in a civilian surgical and medical team during the Vietnam War. You might have heard of him—Howard Kenner.”
    â€œI’m familiar with his work in antirejection therapy for transplant patients,” Nate said. “Your mother goes by Kenner-Jarrett, but I didn’t make the connection.”
    â€œShe’d probably be glad to introduce you.” Emma knew how proud Cherie was of her father. “He travels overseas a lot and we don’t see much of him, but he’s due back in Australia next month.”
    â€œHe might be here in time for the party,” Nate observed.
    â€œYou never know your luck.” Emma felt cheated.For a few brief minutes, he’d seen her as an individual instead of a member of a medical dynasty, and a misfit at that.
    She gathered her things together. “Since none of my menus is to your liking, I’d better get back to the drawing board.”
    His hand closed over hers, and it took an effort not to jerk away. “There’s nothing wrong with your menus. I’m sure your clients love them all. And I saw your eyes light up when I asked you to prepare something extraordinary for me, so the problem isn’t the challenge. Something else I said got your back up. What is it?”
    â€œIsn’t my lack of facilities enough reason to turn you down?”
    He shook his head. “You strike me as the type of cook who can perform miracles with a campfire if you have to. Something else is bugging you.”
    He was bugging her, but she didn’t say so. “I don’t like being railroaded.”
    He withdrew his hand. “By a walking ego with delusions of godhood,” he finished for her.
    â€œYou said it this time, not me.”
    â€œYou were thinking it.”
    The last thing she wanted him knowing was how conflicted he made her feel. Half of her wanted to walk away to avoid dealing with his world and all the negatives it represented in her life. The other halfinsisted on remembering how it felt to kiss him. She kept her voice level. “I’m entitled to my thoughts.”
    â€œOf course.” He nodded tightly. “What do you think Jessie would do?”
    Amazed that the name had registered with him when Jessie’s cookbooks were so far beneath his notice, she said warily, “Why do you ask?”
    â€œShe was the odd one out in her family, yet she’s a success in her own right. She didn’t let herself be overshadowed by a well-known husband.”
    â€œJessie is one of a kind.”
    â€œWhat about Trudy Kenner? She practiced medicine in a war zone alongside her husband. And not your mother.”
    â€œOnly me,” she said under her breath.
    He heard anyway. “There’s one way you can trump them if you choose. Make such a success of what you do that they end up living in your shadow.”
    She almost choked with suppressed laughter. The idea of Cherie being described as Emma Jarrett’s mother instead of the other way around was as unlikely as it was appealing. She imagined a TV interviewer asking Cherie, “What’s it like having a culinary genius in the family?”
    Nate’s phone rang. He turned slightly away and rattled off instructions, then closed the phone. “This time I have to go. Can I drop you somewhere?”
    Reality check, she thought. She’d almost let herself believe he was different, understanding her passioninstead of dismissing it. “I drove here, I’m sure I’ll remember the way back.”
    His gaze softened. “Good, I wouldn’t want you to forget. Take your time finishing your drink. Then Joanna