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Zealand.”
    Rocki went around the bar and poured herself a soda, missing the glass and making a mess of the bar Logan just scrubbed. “Have you asked Pete?”
    “No, I didn’t want him to have another coronary.”
    Both Rocki and Francis shot him matching glares.
    “Bad joke. He’s had a rough morning. I caught him smoking his cigar on the roof and we had words.” Logan was definitely not ready for the role-reversal situation he’d found himself in since he returned. “All I need to do is tell Pop his cook just quit.”
    Rocki took a long sip of her soda and watched himover the rim of the glass. “It’s not as if you’re going to be able to hide it from him for long. He’ll notice on Tuesday. Maybe he has a backup chef.”
    Francis shook his head. “I doubt it. He’s never needed one before.”
    Logan’s phone vibrated. He didn’t have to check to know it was Payton; she’d been calling constantly, crying desertion. He let it go to voice mail. “Fine, I’ll tell Pop, but first I’m going to put a Help Wanted sign in the window. Maybe an incredible cook will walk by and want the job.”
    Francis laughed. “Yeah, and maybe I’ll win the lottery.”
    He got busy with the sign while they made fun of him. He had nothing to lose, and other than putting an ad in the paper, he didn’t have a plan B.
    Logan taped the sign up in the front window and wondered if temp services had cooks—it was worth a try.
    He was still running his finger over the tape when a beautiful dark-haired woman dragging a suitcase shouldered the door open. She was a little thing with black shoulder-length hair, pale, almost translucent skin, and the darkest blue eyes he’d ever seen.
    “You’re hiring a cook?”
    Logan shot a glance at Rocki and Francis, who stood beside the bar with their mouths hanging open.
    “That’s what the sign says. Can you cook?”
    “Honey, there’s nothing I can’t do in a kitchen.” She had a deep, smoky voice that made him think of tangled sheets and sleepy sex.
    Between her voice and her comment, Logan’s mind spun directly into the gutter. What was wrong with him?Not only was she not his type, but he was engaged. He cleared his throat, temporarily rendered speechless.
    “Lucky for you, I’m looking for a job. Can I see the kitchen?”
    “Why?”
    “I won’t work in a dirty or unsafe kitchen.”
    “Where have you worked?”
    “Here and there. You know how it is in the restaurant business.” She pulled a menu out of the rack on the side of the hostess stand and paged through it. “There’s nothing on here I can’t handle. How many people do you seat in a night?”
    Logan looked at Rocki and Francis. The two of them shrugged.
    “I don’t know. I just took over the place last night—I’m filling in for the month. It was a really bad time for the cook to quit.”
    She smiled and she went from beautiful in a girl-next-door kind of way to simply stunning. “It’s a good thing I walked by, then.” She looked around. “I assume the kitchen is through there?” She pointed at the swinging double doors.
    “Yes, it is.”
    “Okay then, let’s take a look.” She set her backpack and suitcase on the bench of a booth and he found himself following her to the kitchen.
    “Did you close today because you lost your cook?”
    “No, we’re only open Tuesday through Saturday.”
    She shot him another heart-stopping grin. Nope, he hadn’t imagined it. She was absolutely staggering. Her lips were full, rose-colored, and bare. She wasn’t wearing all that lip crap Payton was always applying—most ofwhich tasted bad enough to put him off kissing for life. If this woman wore makeup, he couldn’t detect it—not that she needed it. Her eyelashes were coal black, full enough to create shadows on her pale cheeks, and as long as Payton’s fake ones.
    “So I’ll only have to work five days a week? It’ll seem like a vacation.”
    The way she spoke, he’d think he’d given her the job. He