3
Twenty. Five. Days?
"Chef?" The male stared at me with a terrified look on his face. "I don't think I can do this."
My eyes narrowed on my sous chef. He'd met every challenge I'd delivered to him head on for years, but this was too much for him? "You're the only person I trust to take care of this important matter."
I glanced at my mate sitting at the best table in the restaurant. She sat sipping on a glass of wine while looking like the most beautiful female in the world. Turning back to Ethan, I crossed my arms. "What is the first rule in my kitchen?"
Ethan groaned as the words from the kitchen's daily affirmation rolled off his tongue. "We don't just make food... we tell a story with each dish, invoke passion from a single bite, and throw the rulebook out of the f*****g window wh
