Paula pushed ingredients to the side for the soups she’d planned for lunch. “How do you and your brother get along? No competition since you’re in the same field?”
“Nope, we watch each others’ backs. Our dad’s an investment broker and Mom’s a dancer. She does choreography now. They divorced when we were young, and neither of them wanted to spend time with us, so we got hustled back and forth. We learned to stick together.”
“Do you have a lot in common?”
Tyne unloaded the pork loins for supper and put them in the industrial fridge. He loaded the sirloins on the shelf below them. “Only cooking. Holden was a straight-A student, went to the top culinary school and was the star pupil. He’s Dad’s favorite. Me, I got a diploma, went to a smaller culinary school, and then started traveling.”
“But you two stayed close?”
He crossed two fingers together to demonstrate. “We’re tight.”
Paula nodded. “Aiden and Bailey are close. I like that.”
“What got you interested in cooking?” he asked.
“I was an army brat, found food I loved every place they sent Dad. Got hooked on different cuisines.”
“Sort of like me.” Tyne emptied the last box.
The food put away, they got busy prepping, and Betty went to the dining room to work on set-up.