Chapter Twenty-Three
Alex shook hands with the last contractor as the man walked out the front door. He just needed to wash his hands, grab his jacket, and then head out to find Jan. But heading back into the kitchen to retrieve his coat, he turned and stared.
The dining area was essentially a blank slate. But Alex saw it clearly. He saw the guests lining up out the door. He saw tourists gaping at the finery as they took a seat. He saw locals toasting at the bar after a long day’s work. He would be at the front of the house, commandeering it all.
Jan would be at the back in the kitchen of her dreams. Every spice from around the world would be within reach of her fingertips.
He’d taste every dish before it went out. Not to check up on her, but because he wanted to taste whatever came fr
