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Chapter 5 Nathan sat in the chill mud with the taste of spring and brown mustard on his tongue. He’d had his share of lovers over the years. The ones who weren’t chefs never lasted through the maddening hours that consumed his life. The ones who were chefs never lasted through the maddening hours that consumed both their lives. Or the job would tear them apart: competition, opportunity elsewhere, there was always something. For a while he’d been screwing a sous chef fast and hard in the walk-in refrigerator. There was a fantastic synergy when they cooked together and it was the only bit of privacy where they could burn off the mid-dinner-service heat that consumed them in a flambé-towering burst. There was a hostess-floor manager who he’d had every night for months, but only in the bac