“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…

as confused as I feel. “I

didn’t know

put down the chalk and head to the front of the restaurant, where a man with a

and wearing a crumpled suit is flipping

I even

I’m with the Daily

can I do

the interior

see through the walls, and I’m not sure

gotten out that you’ve hired a homeless person as a chef in your

comment?”

casual, but his eyes are predatory. Suddenly, all of this feels like one big

hired Anton,” I say cautiously. “And he’s been

qualified for the job.”

scribbles something in his notebook, not breaking

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