Susan Mallery's Fool's Gold Cookbook: A Love Story Told Through 150 Recipes (Fool's Gold #12.1)

Susan Mallery's Fool's Gold Cookbook: A Love Story Told Through 150 Recipes (Fool's Gold #12.1)
Susan Mallery



CHAPTER  1

Ana Raquel Hopkins knew for sure that Greg Clary was the most annoying man on the planet. He was the kind of annoying that got under your skin and made you want to scream. It was like being in the mood for guacamole, only to discover that someone had taken all your deliciously ripe avocados. Or worse, taken them and made their guacamole out of those avocados and now people were saying it was better than yours. That’s how annoying Greg Clary was.

Ana Raquel stared at the sign hanging from the rustic building at the Condor Valley Winery. The hand-carved square of wood said only Café. So simple, so right. While she’d been off studying the art of cooking, Greg had been working his way up the kitchen ranks right here in Fool’s Gold. Six months ago he’d opened Café in his uncle’s winery and the restaurant was getting rave reviews. Everyone was talking about it. And Greg.

After graduating from culinary school, she, too, had worked in restaurants, but hers had been in San Francisco. After a couple of years, she’d discovered that while she loved making delicious food for people, she didn’t love working in a restaurant. A visit to a street fair had introduced her to the magic that was street food—delectable concoctions made in a mobile kitchen. She’d saved her money, bought an old Airstream and had it refurbished as her traveling kitchen. Then she’d brought it home to Fool’s Gold, where she planned to take the culinary world by storm.

Only Greg had beaten her to the punch. Again.

Seventeen years ago, when Ana Raquel was in the second grade, she’d been chosen to be Cinderella in the school play. Greg had been picked to play Prince Charming and, in the end, he’d gotten all the applause. In junior high, they’d both run for student council president. Greg had won, leaving her with the runner-up vice-president position. In high school, she’d been nominated for homecoming queen and he’d been nominated for homecoming king.

You can probably guess who won and who didn’t.

All of which she could live with, except for what happened the night of their senior prom.

The fancy dinner and dance had been held at the Gold Rush Ski Lodge and Resort, just as it was every year. There had been a band and good food. Most of the teens went in groups, rather than with dates—one of those town traditions, she supposed. For reasons she still couldn’t explain, Ana Raquel had chosen that night to confront Greg about all his transgressions.

But instead of going up to him and yelling, she’d found herself mesmerized by his dark eyes and easy smile. And maybe a little by how good he looked in a tux. Still, she’d had righteous indignation on her side and she knew she really should be telling him off. Only what should have been yelling somehow turned into kissing. And kissing turned into, well, you know.

She could have lived with the biggest mistake of her life, except that partway through he’d figured out it was her first time, which meant it wasn’t his. Worse, in the middle of the moment, she’d had a second realization. It was the teeny, tiniest bit possible that she had feelings for Greg. Romantic, what-if-I’ve-secretly-loved-him-my-whole-life kind of feelings.

Talk about a mistake. Greg wasn’t just popular, he was a chick magnet. She would have been little more than one more girl who fell for him. Terrified and humiliated, she’d done the only thing that made sense. She’d run off to culinary school in San Francisco.

Now she was back in Fool’s Gold and all grown up. She was a nice person, she told herself. Friendly. She liked people and she adored making them happy with her food. If not for Greg, her life would be perfect.

But she had a solution for that problem and an appointment with the town’s mayor to discuss her brilliant idea. One that would help her make a name for herself and get over Greg Clary once and for all.

Mayor Marsha Tilson was the longest-serving mayor in California. She was a well-dressed, white-haired woman who loved her town—idiosyncrasies and all. She welcomed Ana Raquel warmly and led her over to her desk.

“We’re so happy to have you back in Fool’s Gold,” Mayor Marsha said with a smile. “You were missed. You’re always so friendly and enthusiastic. Even when you were little, you looked out for the other children and now that you’re grown, you’re feeding all of us.”

“Thank you. I’m glad to be here,” Ana Raquel told her. “I learned a lot in San Francisco, but it’s not the same as being home.”