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churned. “Does everyone in this restaurant know that we slept together?”
“Nah…the pizza joint next door and the Mexican restaurant down the street, they know you and Kyle slept together, as well. I told you, there are no secrets in this business.” Scott’s face sobered. “You need to tell Kyle about your date. You’ll hurt him more if you don’t tell him.”
Jazzmyn looked over the numerous invoices on her desk. “I was hoping not to say anything. I’ve been hiding in here all morning, wanting to avoid seeing Kyle.” She paused and ran her hands over her face. “I know if we see each other we’ll just start shouting and arguing about Julian.”
“How do you know? If a man can’t have the woman he loves, then he at least wants her to be happy…even if it isn’t with him.”
Jazzmyn skeptically eyed her bartender. “Where did you learn that? From what I remember of your numerous romantic liaisons, there wasn’t anyone special until Lynda.”
Scott grinned, making his eyes crinkle up. “There was you. I was always in love with you, kid. It was the fact that you were your father’s daughter that kept me from jumping your bones.”
“Very funny.” Jazzmyn waved off his comment with her hand.
“Talk to him, Jazz, sooner than later. Before he drains my bar of JD.”
Scott turned to go, and something he said resounded in her thoughts. “You don’t think Kyle is really in love with me, do you, Scott?”
Scott turned back to her. “Yes, I do. Once you’ve fallen in love, it’s easy to spot in another.”
She mulled over his words and then her thoughts strayed to Julian. “What do you think of Julian?”
Scott casually shrugged. “He’s well-spoken, pretty sharp, and is definitely interested in you.”
Jazzmyn waited for a beat for him to continue, but he didn’t. “But there is something else,” she surmised as she observed his serious face. “What?” she added.
A worried shadow crossed Scott’s handsome features. “He’s dangerous, Jazz,” he finally declared.
“Dangerous? You’re joking,” she scoffed, almost laughing.
Scott’s brooding countenance never wavered. “Yeah, Jazz, he’s dangerous. A man can sense it in another man. There’s something not right about him. So just be careful.”
Scott hastily departed the office, leaving Jazzmyn to consider his warning. After a few moments, Jazzmyn shook off his concern.
“Dangerous? How can a man like Julian Devereau be dangerous?”
The sound of dishes crashing to the floor startled Jazzmyn out of her chair. She decided Scott was wrong about Julian. He wasn’t the one she had to fear. Jazzmyn had a bigger mess to deal with.
As she came down the hallway toward the kitchen, Jazzmyn could hear Kyle’s raised voice tearing into one of the kitchen workers.
“Keep the goddamned plates to the left of the station and don’t pass them off to the warmer until I’m done. How many times do I have to tell you that, Carl?”
“You dropped the darn plate, Kyle, not me,” Carl argued.
When Jazzmyn entered the kitchen, she saw Carl and Kyle staring each other down and about two seconds away from coming to blows.
“Stop this!” she exclaimed, and then all eyes in the kitchen turned to her. “Kyle, I would like to speak with you.”
Kyle focused his cold blue eyes on her, grabbed a towel by the prep station, and quickly wiped his hands. Stepping over the small pile of dishes and food on the floor by his feet, he walked over to Jazzmyn.
“We’re in the middle of setting up for lunch, Jazz. You want to do this another time?”
She took a deep breath and knew that her resolve would not be any stronger than it was at that moment. “No. We need to do this right now.”
Kyle threw the towel in his hands over his right shoulder. “Fine, you’re the boss.” He waved ahead to the narrow hallway across from them.
Jazzmyn headed back to her office with Kyle following close behind. Once they were safely behind her closed
“Nah…the pizza joint next door and the Mexican restaurant down the street, they know you and Kyle slept together, as well. I told you, there are no secrets in this business.” Scott’s face sobered. “You need to tell Kyle about your date. You’ll hurt him more if you don’t tell him.”
Jazzmyn looked over the numerous invoices on her desk. “I was hoping not to say anything. I’ve been hiding in here all morning, wanting to avoid seeing Kyle.” She paused and ran her hands over her face. “I know if we see each other we’ll just start shouting and arguing about Julian.”
“How do you know? If a man can’t have the woman he loves, then he at least wants her to be happy…even if it isn’t with him.”
Jazzmyn skeptically eyed her bartender. “Where did you learn that? From what I remember of your numerous romantic liaisons, there wasn’t anyone special until Lynda.”
Scott grinned, making his eyes crinkle up. “There was you. I was always in love with you, kid. It was the fact that you were your father’s daughter that kept me from jumping your bones.”
“Very funny.” Jazzmyn waved off his comment with her hand.
“Talk to him, Jazz, sooner than later. Before he drains my bar of JD.”
Scott turned to go, and something he said resounded in her thoughts. “You don’t think Kyle is really in love with me, do you, Scott?”
Scott turned back to her. “Yes, I do. Once you’ve fallen in love, it’s easy to spot in another.”
She mulled over his words and then her thoughts strayed to Julian. “What do you think of Julian?”
Scott casually shrugged. “He’s well-spoken, pretty sharp, and is definitely interested in you.”
Jazzmyn waited for a beat for him to continue, but he didn’t. “But there is something else,” she surmised as she observed his serious face. “What?” she added.
A worried shadow crossed Scott’s handsome features. “He’s dangerous, Jazz,” he finally declared.
“Dangerous? You’re joking,” she scoffed, almost laughing.
Scott’s brooding countenance never wavered. “Yeah, Jazz, he’s dangerous. A man can sense it in another man. There’s something not right about him. So just be careful.”
Scott hastily departed the office, leaving Jazzmyn to consider his warning. After a few moments, Jazzmyn shook off his concern.
“Dangerous? How can a man like Julian Devereau be dangerous?”
The sound of dishes crashing to the floor startled Jazzmyn out of her chair. She decided Scott was wrong about Julian. He wasn’t the one she had to fear. Jazzmyn had a bigger mess to deal with.
As she came down the hallway toward the kitchen, Jazzmyn could hear Kyle’s raised voice tearing into one of the kitchen workers.
“Keep the goddamned plates to the left of the station and don’t pass them off to the warmer until I’m done. How many times do I have to tell you that, Carl?”
“You dropped the darn plate, Kyle, not me,” Carl argued.
When Jazzmyn entered the kitchen, she saw Carl and Kyle staring each other down and about two seconds away from coming to blows.
“Stop this!” she exclaimed, and then all eyes in the kitchen turned to her. “Kyle, I would like to speak with you.”
Kyle focused his cold blue eyes on her, grabbed a towel by the prep station, and quickly wiped his hands. Stepping over the small pile of dishes and food on the floor by his feet, he walked over to Jazzmyn.
“We’re in the middle of setting up for lunch, Jazz. You want to do this another time?”
She took a deep breath and knew that her resolve would not be any stronger than it was at that moment. “No. We need to do this right now.”
Kyle threw the towel in his hands over his right shoulder. “Fine, you’re the boss.” He waved ahead to the narrow hallway across from them.
Jazzmyn headed back to her office with Kyle following close behind. Once they were safely behind her closed
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