Chapter Twenty-One
Evie
“Ow!” I released the handle of the skillet, shaking my hand rapidly and spinning around to dash to the closest sink.
The icy water eased the sting of the burn.
“You okay?” Dani asked from over my shoulder.
Brushing my hair away from my face with the back of my wrist, I glanced over at her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Should’ve used a potholder.”
“What the hell are you doing in the kitchen, anyway?” She leaned her hips against the wide stainless-steel sink, eyeing me as I turned off the water and dried my hands.
“Good question. I thought I’d help get orders ready.”
She arched a brow, her perceptive gaze coasting over me. “In the kitchen? That’s what we have the line cooks for. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I sure as hell don’t need you burning your hand trying to b
