Chapter 10
Luisa hadn’t been prepared for her own pain when Sam had shut her out. Not that she could blame him; it had been one of her least smooth exits in history. But this wasn’t working for her. He was too close, too real, too important. She’d sworn no man would ever get in the way of her dreams. The Old Boys Club of restaurant chefs would never limit her options. She’d prove—
But the scar that she’d just sliced across Sam’s heart was so visible; she’d never imagined anything that bad.
He didn’t say another word to her. Instead he returned to creating perfect food like an emotionless machine. She hadn’t had the heart to offer a single prod or nudge—he didn’t give her cause to, except that one plate. His part of the service was perfect. Machine perfect.
As the last plated dish cross
