"You should take this back, Chef." He steps closer, his gaze on my face. "Nothing has changed since I gave that to you." "I thought you might want it back." "Why?" he asks incredulously. "Has something changed between us?" Yes. My heart is opening and it's scaring the hell out of me, Chef. "Nothing has changed," I lie. "Maribel mentioned that you were planning on some new items for the relaunch menu so I thought you might need this." "Maribel needs to mind her own business." His gaze falls over my shoulder. "She almost left Nova. She got a job offer from a place in Brooklyn." My brow furrows. "How do you know about that?" He manages a small smile. "The owner called me after the fire. He said Maribel had applied there. He wanted to know if she was as good as she claims to be." The fact that she was offered the job means that Tyler sang her praises. I can't help but wonder if he ever discussed it with her. "She told me about the offer." "Did you consider leaving Nova after the fire?" "No." I smooth the skirt of my sundress.
