CHAPTER FOUR
By the time a third diner sent back their plate because the burger had onions on it, Jocelyn was tempted to set the kitchen on fire. Mostly because she’d been the one making these basic mistakes.
Kelly, her sous chef, said in a voice that sounded meek but was anything but, “Do you want me to remake this?”
Jocelyn swallowed the retort on the tip of her tongue. “No. I can do it. Just let me finish this plate. Can you check on the salads?”
Jocelyn rarely made mistakes in the kitchen. Detail-oriented and anal, she hated when she screwed up an order. And she couldn’t blame anyone but herself. The ticket read NO ONIONS in all caps. Clearly, her mind was floating miles above the earth instead of focusing on her job.
During a lull in the service, Gwen, Jocelyn’s fellow co-owner a
