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“I just want one day where we’re not kidnapper and captive. Just one fucking day where I can be myself around you, and you can show me what you’re like when you’re actually happy,” I admit.
Her tone is soft as she whispers, “Okay.” I hear her taking a deep breath, then she adds, “It will be a nice change of pace.”
I park the Bentley in my designated spot, and getting out, my eyes scan our surroundings for any threats.
Skylar climbs out of the car before I reach the passenger’s side. She follows me to the back door that’s used for deliveries and staff.
I search for the right key, and unlocking the door, I walk inside and flick on the lights as we move through the hallway and past my office.
When we reach the kitchen, I glance at Skylar. Her lips are parted with a look of awe as she slowly moves forward.
“Holy crap, you really own La Torrisi,” she murmurs as she trails her hand along one of the counters. “This is surreal.”
I walk to the freezer, and opening it, I say, “You’ll find everything in here.” Noticing stacks of fish, I mutter, “The fucker once again ordered trout. I’m going to kill him.”
Skylar comes to stand next to me and peeks inside. “Does Chef Alain love using trout in his dishes?”
“Yes, but it’s not the most popular dish on the menu. Last time he fucked up, more than half went into the trash.”
Her eyes flit to me, a flash of worry on her face. “Are you really going to kill him?”
Letting out a chuckle, I shake my head. “That would draw attention to me, but at this rate, I’m going to fire his ass.”
“And kidnapping me doesn’t draw attention to you?” she asks as she moves deeper into the freezer.
“You weren’t connected to me when I took you,” I explain.
“Right.” Her eyes meet mine. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Whatever you feel like making,” I say as I pull my phone from my pocket. “Just not trout. I’ll be in my office if you need me.” Walking away, I call out, “Don’t burn down the kitchen.”
I hear her chuckle as I dial Elio’s number while heading to my office.
“Yes, boss?” his sleepy voice comes over the line.
“I’m taking the day off. Make sure everyone reports to you, and don’t call me unless you find Servando Montes.”
“Okay. You going to get some rest?”
“Something like that,” I mutter before ending the call.
Taking a seat at my desk, I switch on the computer so I can get all the work out of the way.
It only takes me fifteen minutes to check everything because Viviana does a good job of running the restaurant.
When I head back to the kitchen, I pause by the arch leading from the hallway to the workspace and stare at Skylar.
She’s busy frying something that looks like a vegetable pancake.
When I move closer, her eyes dart to me before returning to the pan as she flips the pancake without any effort.
“I’m making Asian food,” she informs me. “Korean pancakes, egg fried rice, and grilled mackerel.”
“I’m looking forward to it, Chef.”
Her eyes dart to me again, and I see the surprise in them because I called her chef. It’s followed closely by a confused expression before she focuses on the hot pan again.
“What was the confused look for?” I ask as I lean against one of the counters and cross my arms over my chest.
