Chapter 17
Saturday Evening, December 5th
Zanesville Technical College and Culinary Institute
Several of the students were milling around, unsure what stations to take when Chef Tomas walked into the room. Hannah stood at her usual place but Morgan, one of those adrift, hung over to one side of the room, alone, not looking at anyone, most of all, her.
“Good evening,” Fourneir called out, as he usually did.
“Good evening Chef!” They all roared back.
He laughed. “Still exuberant from your successful deliveries and client presentations, I see. Everyone take your spots, with your teammates. Let’s talk about that.”
Hannah didn’t dare look to her left as Morgan slid into place. but her body betrayed her. A shiver ran up her spine and her skin tingled all over as the brunette joined her.
