The two of them had left her parents right after she’d baptized her brother with the milk. She’d apologized to her mother when she’d said goodbye at the door. But she and Alex had hardly spoken on the way home. She hadn’t known what to say. Somehow she felt she needed to give him an explanation for her behavior, however. No matter her attraction, he was her boss. And it was the same old thing. If a male chef acted badly, it was genius. If a female showed temper, she was just a witch having PMS. She glanced at Alex over her shoulder. “Would you like to come in for a nightcap?” “Are you going to pour it on me?” “Only if you make me cook and clean, fetch and carry, and be subservient,” she answered shortly. She knew he was teasing. Bless him, he had done his best to stand up for her in front of the formidable Carlino clan. He’d gone above and beyond the call of duty and still it hadn’t been enough to keep her from snapping.
