Chapter 31
Kate felt sorry for Harold, the poor man had gone practically fetal there on the steps of the Gulfstream. She rested her hand back on his arm. She could feel the strength there. He was very fit in general, but she could feel the chef’s muscles in his forearm. He was a man who used his hands constantly for a dozen or more hours a day. He wasn’t some executive chef who gave orders in his kitchen and let others do the work; Harold Merritt truly cooked for a living.
It was one of the things she really liked about him. So few chefs at his level worked the line anymore. She made a point of spending a couple hours a day in the Cooks Network kitchens doing prep work or even just feeding the staff to keep her hand in.
Harold’s hands, it wasn’t often she took a chef to her bed, but he
