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JOHNNY AND LANCE’S last day had turned into a party at the Beverly Hills Hotel. All their regular customers had heard about their planned departure and the opening of their new restaurant, Bow-Tie.
Johnny watched as familiar faces poured through the entryway. Lance emerged from the kitchen wearing his Beverly Hills Hotel chef jacket for the last time. “What a turn out tonight.”
“I hope we see them all again soon at our new place,” Johnny said. And that was the day after tomorrow.
“Hola, mi amor.”
Johnny turned. “Carla, nice to see you.” She wore a strappy white dress that left little to the imagination. He plastered on a professional smile. He’d really had just about all he could take of her.
“Wow.” Lance raised his eyebrows. “That’s quite a, ah, dress you have on.”
Carla twirled
