“No hard feelings,” Anton adds. “Besides, you gave me the fire I needed. Every kitchen needs a little heat,

oui?”

The evening rush is in full swing, and I’m feeling that exhilarating mix of adrenaline and contentment that

comes from seeing the restaurant function like a well-oiled machine. The clinking of silverware, the

murmur of customers, and the sizzle from the kitchen—it’s all music to my ears.

I’m busy updating the specials on our chalkboard when Daisy rushes over, her eyes as wide as saucers.

“Abby, there’s a guy here. Says he’s a journalist? He wants to talk to you.”

My gut clenches.”A journalist? Now? Why?”

Enter title…

shrugs, looking just as confused as I feel. “I don’t know, but he’s asking

I didn’t know

a deep breath, I put down the chalk and head to the front of the restaurant, where a man

a crumpled suit is flipping through a notepad. He looks up, his eyes

even have the chance to

Kohler. I’m with the Daily

me. What can I do

the interior of my restaurant, the

see through the walls, and I’m

that you’ve hired a homeless person as a

comment?”

tone is casual, but his eyes are predatory. Suddenly, all

been an excellent addition to

qualified for the job.”

scribbles something in his notebook, not breaking eye contact.

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