“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…

just as confused as I feel.

I didn’t know what

put down the chalk and head to

is flipping through a notepad. He looks

I even have the chance to say

Kohler. I’m with the Daily

What can I do for

taking in the interior of my restaurant, the

feels like he’s trying to see through the walls, and

has gotten out that you’ve hired a homeless person as a chef in your kitchen. Care

comment?”

are predatory. Suddenly, all of this feels like

I hired Anton,” I say cautiously. “And he’s been an excellent addition to the team.

qualified for the job.”

scribbles something in his notebook, not breaking eye

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