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He grinned. “Glad you are back. Remember how to do it?”
“I wrote this recipe.” She started to grab the enormous stack of molds she would need. She used soft compressed air to blow them out, and then she laid them out before getting the chocolate, cacao butter, chilis, and edible gold pulver. She focused, gloved up, and got to work.
A bit of gold into the melted cocao butter, mix in the chilies to half the tempered chocolate, and get a piping bag to get the chocolate where she wanted it. Time spun away, and she continued to work down the order sheet until Mark tapped her shoulder. “Grey said you might have forgotten lunch. I will take over. What are we making?”
She grinned, took off her gloves, and patted his shoulder. “Figure it out.”
His appalled look made her smile. She whispered, “Buttered caramel.”
She hung up her apron and removed her booties but kept the little hat and the hairnet. It was always fun to go next door and get a sandwich.
The crowd was trailing out, so she got in line with a smile. Ruby put a polite smile on her lips and ordered her roast beef sandwich and a soda.
She got her plate and looked around for a place to sit. She found a small bistro set in a corner and settled in to eat. An alpha walked past the other clients and nodded to her. The other folks in the room turned and started to whisper.
“You are Ruby, right?”
“Yes. Who are you?
“My name’s Rayden. Marshall sent me. I am not sure this is going to work. Too many eyes.”
She kept eating her lunch. “What are you planning on doing?”
“Removing that pesky compulsion that they tagged you with. You must have been standing quite still.”
She mumbled around some potato chips, “I was eleven. I had two adult men holding me while another poked his finger between my eyes. I was outnumbered by over six hundred pounds.”
He nodded. “Apologies. Right. I don’t know how to touch your face without causing a fuss.”
“You seem to have a lot of fans.”
He blinked. “You didn’t recognize me?”
“No. But you flickered a bit when you saw me, so I am guessing you are like Mr. Kensington.”
He grinned. “Oh, he must love being called mister.”
She blinked at him. “I can’t think of a scenario where folks don’t notice.”
“Hm. I will think of something.” He smiled, and his deep blue eyes were sparkling. “Can I have a chip?”
She shoved her plate to be equal distance between them. She sipped at her soda before offering him what was left.
“So, you do sports?”
He spluttered and set her drink down. “Uh, yeah. I do sports. Hockey.”
She smiled in memory. “Oh, right. Skating.”
“Do you skate?”
“I used to. I had to stop when I was fifteen. I couldn’t travel out of the city and leave the safety of it. I was off the team. I would have loved to continue with it, but I went to school, and the past is history.”
He smiled. “So, you do skate?”
“Yeah. I even designed choreography for it.” She smiled softly. “My first creation is actually a winter classic now.”
His eyes widened. “You are... wow. R. Lest. Huh.”
