CHAPTER FIVE
NITA GOT HER COFFEE and a bagel from the kitchen, greeting Chef Paul and stopping to chat a few minutes with him about his vacation before heading out to the dining area. The tall, skeletal man didn’t look at all like a chef. With a completely shaved head, a tattoo of a naked woman on his left biceps, and a perpetual scowl on his face, he looked more like the cook at a biker bar.
“It was good.” He told her with a tight smile. “I only wish I hadn’t returned to such a disaster in my kitchen.”
Nita made apology noises. She knew the School of Culinary Arts people had taken great pains to return everything to its place and give the kitchen a spit shine. It was part of the training.
Paul was an excellent chef, but he was temperamental and cranky and she was never sure how to dea
