Chapter 4
With a final wipe of the counter, Delia tossed the towel in the laundry bin in the corner and glanced around the kitchen. Another busy night was over. She leaned against the stainless steel table that ran lengthwise through the center of the kitchen. A loose curl fell across her eyes and she blew it away. She loved this time of night when the kitchen was quiet, such a contrast to the pace earlier. The window of light coming through the door into the restaurant darkened.
Harry, the supervisor for the floor staff poked his head through the swinging door. “Lights out. I’m the last one left, and I’m heading out. I’d better not hear you decided to stay late and bake again,” he warned with a smile.
Delia grinned. “You have my word. I’m just checking on a few set ups for the morning,
