Chapter 9
“You what?” Sam strangled painfully on the last word and grabbed his throat to stop himself from grabbing Luisa’s right across the cook line.
“I got a job offer,” she repeated more calmly than she ever called out an order.
Sam looked up and down the line. Marlys was staring at Luisa while searing a piece of mahi-mahi for table fourteen. He pointed to get her attention back on the fish before it burned.
Valerie, Tony, Vic, even Marko the dishwasher had all ground to a halt.
He looked down at the empty plate in front of him and for the life of him couldn’t remember what went on it. He looked back up at Luisa.
“And you tell me now?”
She shrugged as if his world wasn’t falling apart. They were practically living together. For six months they had been together every night, usua
