Liam
I thought it would be easy. I mean, how hard could it be to dig up some information?
But here I was, four days deep in Hawaii, flipping chicken and battling mosquitoes, all for the sake of getting to the truth.
And worse? I’d turned into some kind of damn heartthrob chef.
“The chicken, Liam! Table five wants the chicken!”
I barely glanced up as Madam Chloe’s voice rang through the small, bustling restaurant. The woman was relentless.
The first day I walked in here, she smacked me with a wooden spoon, grumbling about how she hadn’t expected someone this good-looking to be so utterly useless in a kitchen.
It was a misstep telling her I had mostly never lifted anything before in my life. But I didn’t because I learned quickly. That was one of my many charms.
“Get rid of those fin
