Chapter 11

“You really should consider opening your own place,” she said, not for the first time. “Even if it’s just a food truck.”

“Now that’s an idea I can get behind.”

They ate in silence for a short period. Belle had consumed a piece of French toast and two slices of bacon before finally asking a question she dreaded.

“Where’s Hector? Isn’t he going to join us?”

Julie shrugged. She paused with a forkful of French toast hovering over her plate, syrup dripping. “I knocked on his door, but he didn’t answer. I guess he wants to sleep in. He’s been working hard on that start-up of his, you know, along with the hours of his day job. I think this little break is good for him. I’ll put a plate in the oven for him when we’re done.”

“Okay.”

“By the way, I’ve given it some thought.” Julie dabbed at her mouth with a napkin.

Here it comes.Belle began to rethink her decision to indulge in the delicious food, her stomach twisting.