you were interested in becoming a chef.”
“Ain’t like I’m gonna bus dishes for the rest of my life.” He lifted his head and placed his hands on his hips as he rocked them back and forth. “I’m working my way up in the world, sunshine. You just wait and see.”
“I have no doubt that you’ll do great.” I motioned my hand towards the crate of potatoes. “You best get busy.”
“Right back at ya.”
I was walking on cloud nine as I headed over to the main cooking station, but the second I got into position, my nerves kicked in. I knew Bisset would be watching my every move, and he’d be expecting me to keep up with the line’s fast pace without making any mistakes. While there were plenty, none of them were too major, and I made it through the night without a single plate being returned to the kitchen. That in itself was enough to have me smiling as I headed into the locker room at the end of the night. I was about to gather my things when Jack walked in. “How’d it go?”
“Could’ve been better.” I shrugged and gave him a slight smile. “Could’ve been worse. How about you?”
“Peeling potatoes isn’t an ideal job, but it sure as hell beats washing dishes.”
“Yes, it does.” I took my purse and umbrella out of my locker as I asked, “You about to head out?”
“Yeah. You want me to walk you out to your car?”
“That would be great.”
Eager to get home, I held my keys in my hand and followed him towards the door. When we reached my car, I thanked him and we quickly said our goodbyes. I rushed home, wanting to be ready in case Beckett came by. He’d been stopping in every night for the past couple of weeks, but after what had taken place the night before, I wasn’t sure that the same would hold true tonight. I hoped we could remain friends and keep things simple, but deep down I knew that wasn’t possible. There was no way things between us wouldn’t change after the night we shared, but I at least hoped the change would be a positive one. After taking a shower and changing clothes, I went into the kitchen to search the fridge for something to make for dinner. It had been a couple of days since I’d been to the grocery store, so I was down to just the basics. I pulled out a carton of eggs, some bacon, and a can of biscuits.
I was just about to turn on the stove when I heard a knock at the door. A big smile crossed my face when I opened it and found Beckett standing on the porch. “Hey, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come by.”
“Me neither.” He gave me a small smile. “But I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m good. I was actually just about to make myself something to eat if you’d like to come in and join me.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I reached out and grabbed his arm, tugging him inside. “Now, get in here and help me cook.”
“Bacon?”
“Yeah, I’m making breakfast for dinner.” As we walked into the kitchen, I told him, “I haven’t been to the grocery in a few days, so my options are kind of limited to bacon and eggs.”
“Sounds good to me. Just tell me what I can do to help, chef.”
“How ’bout you cook the bacon, and I’ll start the biscuits?”
“You got it.”
Beckett took the bacon off the counter and went over to the stove while I pulled out my cast iron skillet for the biscuits. I opened the can and was just starting to arrange them in the pan when Beckett asked, “A skillet for biscuits?”
“It makes the biscuits rise better.” I said while slipping them in the oven. “It’s an old trick my mother taught me.”
“Is that right?” A sexy smirk crossed his face as he stood there looking at me. “What other tricks did she teach you?”
“Just a few things here and there, but they were nothing like the tricks you showed me last night.” I teased.
“What kind of tricks are you referring to?”
“Oh, come on, Beckett.” I walked over and took a bowl from the cabinet. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Can’t say that I do.”
I started cracking the eggs into the bowl as I shook my head. “That thing you did with your fingers, for one.”
“You liked that, did ya?”
“Mm-hmm.” I kept