Service
I knew everything would go to hell fast when the same manager came out at the end of our meal, asking if everything was perfect, and Theo called the food exquisite, asking sweetly to meet Chef that had created such fine dishes. "Theodore," I whispered softly, reaching across to touch his hand. It was almost a warning. As much as he loved his Phillip, I couldn't help but worry for Chef Emil Bronson's physical safety. Perhaps, I thought nervously as the man was brought out with a big cheesy smile and I felt Theo's grip on my fingers tighten, jaw ticking in a way that was incredibly telling, that was why he'd brought me along with him. He'd already have legal counsel there to defend his rights when the police showed up. "Chef Emil Bronson," the manager introduced the man who gave a ligh
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