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hand at the kitchen door. “Customer? The guy never eats anything when he comes in here, Jazz. He only empties your wine cellar; or have you been too busy flirting with the asshole to even notice how much he drinks?”
    Jazzmyn’s mouth fell open. “I wasn’t flirting, and I will not tolerate you talking about a customer in that manner. For your information, the bottle of wine Julian orders every time he comes in costs damn near a hundred and fifty dollars…a hell of a lot more than three quarters of the dinner receipts we rack up every night.”
    Kyle’s face reddened as he threw his hands in the air. “Jesus Christ, Jazz, are you blind? The guy’s some kind of weirdo hitting on you night after night, for God knows what sick, perverted sexual fantasy he has, and you’re too stupid to see it.”
    “I’m not an idiot, Kyle! I know the man has been flirting with me, but he has never once asked me out, or made any reference to meeting me in some dark alleyway. Just because he happens to be a gentleman, wears tailored suits, and hasn’t tried to get me into bed, you think he is some kind of sexual deviant. Not every man is like you, Kyle. Most men try to get to know me while my clothes are still on.”
    Kyle gawked at her. “What in the hell is that supposed to mean? We knew each other for two years before we slept together. You’re the one who was so uptight that it took two shots of tequila and a bottle of wine to get you to take your clothes off, sweetheart.”
    “You son of a bitch! I didn’t want to sleep with you, and the only way you could get me to go to bed with you was to get me drunk.”
    “The only way any man will ever get you into bed is to get you drunk,” he shot back.
    Jazzmyn was about to rip into Kyle when she noticed a flash of silver out of the corner of her eye. When she turned, she saw the entire kitchen staff eagerly taking in their confrontation. Sitting in a chair behind the desk in the corner of the kitchen was Ms. Helen. She had her elbows propped up on the desk and her head was resting on her hands.
    “Don’t stop,” she urged in her deep voice. “Ya’ll just gettin’ to the good part.”
    Jazzmyn’s cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson as Kyle ran his hands over his face. Muffled sounds of snickering could be heard breaking out around the kitchen.
    “Don’t ya’ll have orders to fill?” Jazzmyn loudly demanded.
    “Now who’s shouting at the staff?” Kyle coolly remarked behind her.
    Jazzmyn spun around to face him. “If you ever bring up that night between us again, or embarrass me in front of a customer once more, I will fire your ass,” she warned in a low voice. “Do I make myself clear?”
    Kyle’s hurt blue eyes glared into hers for several seconds before he turned away.  
    Jazzmyn suddenly felt guilty for attacking him, but she knew she could not tolerate his outbursts anymore, especially when it came to her private life. She had been treading a fine line with Kyle for a while. He had become a close friend and a shoulder to rely on, but he was also an employee and could not receive special treatment anymore.
    Kyle slowly nodded his head. “Yeah, I got it, Jazz.”
    Jazzmyn’s heart tugged for him, but she squelched her desire to comfort him. When Jazzmyn glanced over at the desk where Ms. Helen was sitting, she gave the older woman a stern rebuke with her eyes.
    “Feel better ‘bout yourself?” Ms. Helen said across the kitchen. “‘Cause all the boy was tryin’ to do was show you what we all was thinkin’ since that dark spirit walked through our door.”
    “Please, Ms. Helen,” Kyle protested. “Don’t try and help me. It seems Jazzmyn has already made up her mind about which one of us she wants.” He quickly headed back to the prep table.
    Jazzmyn faced the entrance to the dining area and placed a stray brown lock of hair back behind her ear. When she walked through the door, she noticed that a few more tables were empty and only a handful