Chapter Eighteen
“What about a dash of Sriracha?”
“That’s insane.” Jan stayed Alex’s hand before he could sprinkle the spicy ingredient into her mix. “Sriracha and peanut butter?”
They were inside their soon to be renovated restaurant. The space only needed to be painted, decorated, and filled with tables and chairs. The kitchen was in remarkable shape. There was a large picturesque window that looked out at the Cordovian mountains in the distance. There was space for a deck if they ever wanted to serve food directly from the kitchen to customers on a patio bar.
Her old kitchen had no windows, and even if they did, she’d only see the dirty alleyway and trash bins. Jan couldn’t wait to cook in this space and be greeted with that sight every day. But first, she had to save her dish from
