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 inte
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