Chapter Three
A couple of hours later, Sierra was in the resort’s galley-style kitchen helping the chef with dinner preparations when the swinging doors opened up and her unwanted guest lumbered inside.
Chef Bijon Invar looked up from the pot of soup he was stirring on the stovetop.
“Sorry, but guests aren’t allowed in the kitchen,” the chef said politely, but firmly in his thick accent.
The kitchen was Bijon’s domain, and he didn’t care for guests breaching its doors. To call him temperamental would be putting it mildly. But he was a good chef, with over twenty years of experience operating some of the finest restaurants in New York. Sierra considered it a major coup that she’d managed to hire Bijon on as the head chef.
Phoenix’s brow raised in surprise. It was a good bet that he was
