Chapter 9
For the rest of the week, Carmen and Liam worked side by side, in her kitchen and on the truck. She taught him what she could about cooking her dad’s recipes. One thing she learned about Liam was that he didn’t like being told what to do. Every time she corrected something he did, he’d scowl and the line between his eyebrows deepened. The man was used to being in charge. Long gone was the meek dishwasher in her dad’s kitchen.
By Friday afternoon, they’d had enough—enough Mexican food, enough recipe tweaking, enough s****l tension. After they’d cleaned up last night, Liam had suggested taking a break from the truck and business for a day. They needed to relax, to get away before they ended up hating what they were trying to achieve.
His words made sense, and in truth, she liked
