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runway-model thin, blond, and, well, flexible—both physically and mentally. She was easygoing as long as his decisions didn’t affect Payton’s world. Until he’d packed his bags to come home and help out his dad, his plans hadn’t. Now that they had, Payton proved she wasn’t quite as flexible as he’d thought.
    Skye was short and curvaceous—a real beauty. She was a dark-haired, fair-skinned, blue-eyed version of Botticelli’s Venus. She had more than enough heavenly goddess in her to arouse mere mortals to physical love. And probably enough to inspire intellectual love too—in anyone capable of it, anyone but him.
    “It’s not going to work.”
    “Why’s that?”
    Payton was also never one to argue, question, or even have an independent thought or idea—at least none she voiced. He wondered for the first time whether he’d just never bothered to ask.
    With Skye, there’d be no reason to wonder. She’d made it known from the first moment he’d met her that she had so many thoughts and ideas, they would eventually form a flash mob in that quick-working mind of hers, drowning out all other stimuli.
    “I’m not easily ignored.”
    “I’m not planning to ignore you. I’m simply saying our working relationship is temporary. We don’t know each other.” She put the bottle of champagne in the refrigerator and poked her head in while she did a quick inventory of its contents. “Sure, everyone has preconceived notions.” She shut the door and headed toward the living area.
    He followed.
    “But when it comes down to it, we’re strangers.” She turned toward him as soon as she put a huge leather club chair between them. “I need this job and I’m used to working with minimal input from anyone not directly involved in my kitchen.”
    “That’s going to change, Skye, because like it or not, I’m intimately involved with everything that goes on in the restaurant, at least until my work here is done, and the kitchen is part of the restaurant.”
    She shook her head. “You don’t know the first thing about the workings of a restaurant, no less a busy kitchen.” A sardonic smile played about her full lips. “You didn’t even know how many people you typically serve a night.”
    “I’m a quick study.”
    “That’s great, but do it on someone else’s watch. I’ll do my job, you do yours, and we’ll get along fine.”
    “If we’re going to work together, we need to be able to communicate effectively.”
    “I’ve never had a problem communicating and I have no problem telling you exactly what I think. Let me demonstrate. Since I’m not on the clock, I think you should leave. Thank you for bringing my suitcase and for the champagne.” She walked him to the door and opened it before meeting his eyes with what could only be described as a steely blue glare. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the restaurant. At that time, we can communicate about whatever you’d like as long as it relates to my work.”
    Logan knew she was deadly serious but had a difficult time keeping a look of total male appreciation off his face. It wasn’t what she was going for—just the opposite in fact. He’d have to rethink the whole Venus thing.Right now, she was more like a modern-day Irish Lady Godiva, only fully clothed, which was a damn shame.
    He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. It was a mistake—her scent surrounded him: pure female with a hint of garlic, peppers, the wine they drank, and something so subtle, something so spicy, he wanted to move closer until he could categorize it.
    The woman was magnificent and could give lessons on controlled businesslike evisceration of the enemy. She might be a handful, but he had no doubt she’d be able to successfully lead the kitchen staff into a good protest or even war if necessary.
    Logan held up his hands in supplication and nodded. “Fair enough, Skye. I’ll see you in the morning. Enjoy your evening. I’m sure Francis and Patrice will