Chapter 4
As far as Luisa knew, she and Sam had never actually touched, always separated by the width of the cook line. But his brief hug was warm and sincere. His big hands had wrapped briefly around her waist and she could still feel the impression of their easy strength. He’d smelled of the cook line; smoke and spice.
If she’d been seeing anyone, it might have had less impact on her thoughts. But she hadn’t been. Not for several months, even before she’d stolen that taste of Sam’s lunch. Then Angelo had assigned her to lay out his training because he was too busy with his plans for the next restaurant, and that had preoccupied her thoughts.
So, she’d made sure that “Angelo’s” official schedule rotated Sam through every position until he could do each as well as the station chef norma
