Chapter 16“Whoa,” Andy said, peeking into the large pan, “you split your sauce, Chef.”
It was Wednesday afternoon, after the lunch rush, and I was prepping for dinner already. I tossed the whisk on the counter, drops of the ruined white sauce spraying all over the place. “s**t,” I said, under my breath. This was the second time I’d messed up a sauce this week. I shot Andy a cool look. “Hey, what did I tell you about being in my kitchen in your fancy shoes? If you fall and crack your head in here, I’m gonna have a panic attack.”
“Sorry.” He grinned and raised a thin black brow, playing cute. “But I only came in here to see if you needed a drink.”
“No, I don’t need a drink. I need to start making more than three percent profit, that’s what I need. Now get out of here.” I put my hands on A
