He paused, they locked eyes and Malcolm was hit with a wave of emotion. “So don’t play games with me.”
* * * *
The Sunday dinner rush was only made worse by Malcolm’s earlier delay. While it had been said a million times that if Malcolm didn’t spend so much time micro-managing then he wouldn’t have to work so hard, if he wasn’t there to handpick each and every item, if he didn’t see it to it that everything that left his kitchen was perfect, there was just too damn many instances of it not happening. The resulting exhaustion left him grumpy and not sleeping well. Which meant, in turn, that Monday morning’s staff were all but ready to gang up on him and have him forcibly removed from the kitchen by the time breakfast was over.
Not that it could happen Malcolm’s glaring eyes told each and
