Chapter Four
Three Months Later
The summer sun beat ferociously down on the pavement as Jamey hurried past the neon sign of Frenchie’s. She’d never enjoyed summers in Chicago. Especially this summer, when every time she passed her beloved restaurant sign, a knife twisted in her ribs. The O’Neill’s part of the sign had been taken down weeks ago. Frenchie O’Neill’s – now just Frenchie’s, was her restaurant, dammit. Her concept, her baby, her money she’d stupidly sunk in without the contract her brother Jarrod warned her she should have. All for the love of a conceited, lying, cheating, man-w***e of a Frenchman.
Not only had he screwed her out of her savings. He’d been schtooping the hostess, right under her nose. Because Barbie Bimbo’s daddy wanted to franchise the Frenchie’s concept – wi
