One month later
“Hey, Jenny?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you really learn how to cook at your Dad’s Polish restaurant?”
She raised her head off Chris’ bare chest, surprised. “How did you know that?”
His amazing eyes gleamed down at her in the semi-darkness of her bedroom. “I read some magazine articles about you.”
“Oh, right.” She smiled. “Yeah, I did talk about that in a few interviews.”
Chris stroked her long hair. “So tell me about it… how you went from working in a family place to becoming the owner of one of the hottest restaurants in the country.”
She laughed. “Is it? One of the hottest?”
“According to the foodies? Yeah.”
“Well, I don’t know about that. But it is a long way from Polish fare, huh?”
“So… how’d it all happen?”
“Well, my Dad’s not Polish, as I’m sure you know. My Mom is. T
