ChapterTen
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CHAPTER TEN
Dixon Hotel, Los Angeles
Ethan’s POV
It was supposed to be a normal Monday.
A quick stop at the kitchen before my next meeting. Nothing more.
I walked in, the usual hum of work filling the air, pans clattering, the scent of butter and coffee blending together. I was halfway through the kitchen when I heard a voice Soft. Familiar.
Too familiar.
My chest tightened before I even turned.
And then I saw her.
Standing by the counter in her chef coat, hair tied up, a few red strands slipping loose around her face. Those same eyes. The same lips I’d kissed like I was trying to remember the taste forever.
For a moment, the room went still.
The sound of people working faded.
All I could see, was her.
No. I didn’t even know her, but I definitely remembered her face.
And now, she was here. In my hotel. In my kitchen.
She froze too, mid-motion, like she’d just seen a ghost.
My throat went dry.
What were the odds?
“Sir?” the manager beside me spoke, breaking the silence. “That’s Miss Brown, the new Head Pastry Chef.”
“Miss Brown, Head Pastry Chef”, I repeated in my head.
Of course.
Of all the people in Los Angeles, it had to be her.
She swallowed hard and looked down, pretending to focus on something, anything. But I could see the tremor in her hands.
And I felt it too. That same pull. That same heat.
I cleared my throat, trying to sound composed.
“Good,” I said. “Carry on.”
Then I turned, walking out before I could say something stupid.
But as I stepped into the hallway, I stopped.
My pulse was still racing.
My hand clenched at my side.
Because the truth hit me like a punch, this wasn’t over.
Not even close.
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