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wrong with my menu?”
    Julian frowned slightly. “Not at all. It seems quite tempting, if I were someone who ate meat, but I am a vegetarian. I also have a sensitive stomach, and I tend to stick with certain foods that I know won’t try my digestive system.”
    “I have some wonderful seared sea bass on the menu tonight. If you’re a vegetarian—”
    Julian silenced her with a wave of his long hand. “I do not eat any animal flesh, even fish.”
    Jazzmyn dipped her head to the side. “A little unnerving for a restaurant owner, but I can accept that.” She stared into his dark eyes as she tried to find the slightest glint of sincerity in them. “You never mention family. Do you have any? What about your parents?”
    Julian furrowed his brow, looking more amused than troubled by the question. “My parents passed on a long time ago, and I have no other family left. Oh, there are a few distant cousins floating around in this city and throughout portions of the state, but I have never tried to contact any of them.”
    “Children?” she persisted.
    Julian shook his head. “But one day I hope to be a father.”
    “Well, then maybe you can tell—”
    “I think I’d like to meet the man everyone is talking about,” Kyle announced as he came up to the bar.
    Jazzmyn stood from her stool and looked apprehensively at Kyle. “Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen getting the orders out?”
    Kyle waved his hand over the dining room. “Not sure if you have noticed, boss lady, but the customers are beginning to thin and the orders have slowed down quite a bit.” He pointed his thumb at Julian. “That is, unless your friend here has a request?”
    Julian stood from his stool and held out his hand to Kyle. “Julian Armande Devereau,” he stated as he waited for Kyle to shake his hand. “And you are the talented Kyle Baker. Everyone around the city has been singing your culinary praises.”
    Jazzmyn watched worriedly as the two men shook hands.
    “I’ve seen you coming in for the past few weeks,” Kyle began as he eyed Jazzmyn. “You seem quite taken with my boss here.”
    “Kyle,” Jazzmyn chided. “Please.”
    “No.” Julian held up his hand to her. “It’s quite all right, Jazzmyn. I’m sure my continued presence has raised some questions about my intentions among your staff.” Julian turned to Kyle. “I assure you, Mr. Baker, my intentions with Ms. Livaudais are strictly honorable.”
    Kyle folded his arms over his chest and glared at Julian. “Somehow I find that impossible to believe.”
    Julian cocked an eyebrow at Kyle. “Why impossible?”
    “Well, you come in here almost every night and order only wine—red wine—and engage Ms. Livaudais with conversation for most of the evening, but you never order any food. Why is that, Mr. Devereau? Do you not like my cooking, or is there something else you don’t like around here?”
    Jazzmyn turned to her chef, fuming. “Mr. Devereau is a vegetarian and does not eat any animal flesh, even fish. Since almost everything on our menu has some kind of animal in it, I think—”
    “Then how about a nice salad, Mr. Devereau?” Kyle interrupted, ignoring Jazzmyn’s angry stare. “Surely there must be something I can whip up for our most avid patron. French fries, an omelet…or are eggs off the list for you, too?”
    “Kyle!” Jazzmyn raised her voice. “Enough.”
    “No, it’s all right, Jazzmyn,” Julian assured her with a slight grin. “I think I see what Mr. Baker is getting at.”
    “Do you?” Kyle challenged, sticking out his chest like an overzealous adolescent.
    Jazzmyn grabbed Kyle’s arm and turned to Julian. “Excuse us for a moment, Julian.”
    Jazzmyn began pulling Kyle from the dining area and back into the kitchen. When they had passed the safety of the kitchen door, she let go of his arm.
    “What in the hell is the matter with you?” she fumed. “Are you completely deranged, going after a customer like that?”
    Kyle waved his