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were
dancing, even though the circles under her eyes betrayed her
exhaustion.
    “Hey,” she said
softly, a small smile playing on her lips. “You get any sleep last night?”
    “Not enough,” I
admitted, then added, “But it was totally worth it. Those pancakes
were delicious.”
    Bronagh
chuckled at that, then gestured silently for me to enter the room
before her.
    I was still
grinning as I crossed to my station, but when Calla came up to me
and asked, “Can I talk to you later?” the smile fell from my face
and I said, “Not today. I’ve got a ton to catch up on and am
running on no sleep. Maybe tomorrow.”
    Calla looked
like she wanted to argue, but Bronagh chose that moment to come in
and start the class.
    I was running
on autopilot, which is always dangerous when working with knives,
but I managed to make it through the first class unscathed.
    As my next
instructor droned on about what we’d be working on for the rest of
the week, my mind wandered to the beautiful freckled red-head in my
life. I thought of her as she looked in the tent, lying under me as
we made love … Then flashed to her singing, totally out of tune,
along with the radio as we drove to the concert. She was more than
beautiful. She was smart, funny, generous, and the sexist woman I’d
ever seen.
    Unable, or
maybe unwilling, to put a name on the emotions I was feeling, I had
the overwhelming need to at least get these feelings … those images
… down on paper.
    I needed to
write. One song, two … I wouldn’t know until I got started, but I
needed to get this out of me before I imploded.

 

    Chapter
Fourteen ~ Bronagh
     
    “Chef, do you
have a minute?”
    Behind my desk,
I looked up from the recipe I was tinkering with to see Calla, one
of my students, standing at the door, her back stiff and head held
high as always. I wondered if it hurt to always stand so erect, at
the same time I thought the petite blonde would be pretty if she
didn’t always look so hard.
    “Of course,
Calla, come on in,” I answered, waving to the empty seat in front
of my desk and hoping the fact that I was about to fall over from
exhaustion wasn’t apparent.
    I hadn’t had
much interaction with the young chef, but from what I’d seen so
far, what she lacked in talent, she made up for in determination.
I’d worked with people like her plenty of times throughout the
years, and knew that there was little she’d let stand in her
way.
    “What can I do
for you?”
    “As you know,
in just a few short weeks, the semester will be over, ending my
career as a culinary student, and pushing me on my path to become a
great chef.” When I nodded, she continued. “As you also know, there
is a prestigious job with Chef Agard waiting for the top student.”
She pressed her palms to my desk and leaned toward me. “I fully
intend to be that student.”
    I pulled her
information up on the computer, perused the screen, and told her,
“Calla, your practical assignments and theory tests all show that
you’re doing great. I’m sure your final exam will be no problem.
You’re a strong candidate for the position with Chef Agard.”
    “I know all
that,” she said with a scowl. “But I also know I’m not the strongest candidate … Brendan O’Malley is standing in my
way.”
    Alarmed by her
choice of words, I asked lightly, “What do you mean by that?”
    “We all know
that Brendan is top of the class, and he wants that job as much as
I do…”
    Distracted by
her words, I didn’t follow what she was saying, because I wondered
if what she said was true. Does Brendan want that job with Chef
Agard in France, and if so, what is he doing with me? Wasting
time?
    “I’m sorry?” I
asked when I realized Calla was waiting for me to respond to
something she said.
    “ I said … If Brendan is doing anything that will disqualify him for the
position, I won’t hesitate to bring it to light…” She watched my
face, waiting for me to realize that she was insinuating that