Delicious. Сьюзен Мэллери

grew up with two sisters, and the three of us had to share a bathroom,” she said. “I know how to play well with others.”

      “I didn’t want to risk it. I didn’t want to risk you. It was never about you doing the job.”

      She didn’t actually believe him, but as he’d mentioned, what was the point in fighting about it now? He’d come back, begging her to work for him and she’d agreed.

      “Whatever,” she said with a shrug. “I’ll accept you as the temporary GM. Just don’t get in my way.”

      “Not my style.”

      “It is interesting,” she told him. “I distinctly remember you once telling me hell would freeze over before we would ever work together.”

      “You’re taking that out of context. We were married at the time. A restaurant is too small for a married couple to coexist in.”

      “You sure made a lot of pronouncements back then. How many of them were accurate?”

      She expected him to be annoyed that she’d dared to question him. Instead he grinned. “I figure about sixty percent.”

      “You’re being generous.”

      “That’s because of the subject matter.”

      “Yourself?”

      The grin broadened. “Who else?”

      “Men,” she grumbled, shrugging out of her coat and dropping it onto the counter. She was careful to keep her back to him so he wouldn’t see her smile.

      She could see that Cal still had the ability to make her want to chop him up into matchstick-size pieces, but he’d never been boring.

      “We’re not married now,” she said. “I’m sure we’ll do fine together, as long as you remember where your authority ends.” She turned to him and pointed at the entrance to the kitchen. “This is my world. Don’t even think about stepping into it and taking charge.”

      “Fair enough. And Gloria has promised to stay out of the restaurant, except as a customer. It was part of the deal to get me back. She won’t be bothering you, either.”

      “Good to know.” While she didn’t think his grandmother was the demon he did, she and the older woman had never been exactly close. Whenever Penny was around, Gloria had a way of sniffing the air as if the odor was unpleasant.

      She pulled a notepad out of her pocket. “Okay, let’s talk specifics. I need about a week to get the kitchen up and running. I already have a lot of ideas about staffing, so there’s only cleaning and stocking both equipment and food. Before I can stock, we need to talk menus.”

      “When will you have them finished? I get final approval.”

      She raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to tell me what to cook?”

      “In this matter, yes.”

      She didn’t think so, but she would pick that battle when the menus were done. “I’ll let you know how it’s going in a couple of days. How much time do you need for the front of the store?”

      “Two weeks.”

      He used a slender stylus to access information on his Palm Pilot. She moved closer to look over his shoulder.

      Big mistake. Suddenly she was aware of him. Heat from his body seemed to warm her from the inside out. She breathed in the scent of him. Unfortunately, he still smelled the same. Just clean male skin and something that was uniquely his own.

      Scent memories were powerful. She’d learned that in culinary school and often used the fact to her advantage when cooking. Now she was trapped in a swirl of memories that included lying naked next to him, listening to his breathing after he’d just left her trembling and exhausted from sexual satisfaction.

      She took a big step away.

      “I assume there’s a plan for the opening,” she said, happy that her voice sounded normal. Sexual thoughts were so inappropriate where Cal was concerned. Not only were they divorced, she was pregnant. She doubted he would find that a turn-on.

      “I want a big splashy party on the first night. No dinner service, just a crowd and samples. You’ll be able to show off what’s to come. We’ll invite local press and the beautiful people.”

      She smiled. “The beautiful people?”

      He shook his head. “Business leaders, celebrities, whatever.”

      “They’ll be so happy to hear how enthused you sound.”

      “I want the restaurant up and running. The party is a necessary evil.”

      “Don’t put that on the invitation,” she suggested. “I’ll work up a menu for that as soon as I finalize the menu for the restaurant. And just so you know, I’ll use your contracted people for regular deliveries, until they screw up, but for the party, I’m getting my own stuff in here. I have some fish people I use.”

      “Actual fish people?” he asked. “Gills? Fins?”

      She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. I’ll be using them for special orders.”

      “Fair enough.”

      She studied the notes on her pad. What else was there to discuss? She looked at him. “Did you have…” She frowned, catching his puzzled stare. “What?”

      He took a step back. “Nothing.”

      “You have the weirdest look on your face. What are you thinking about?”

      “I said nothing.”

      “It has to be something.”

      “No, it doesn’t.”

      Cal swore silently. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten caught staring at a woman’s chest. What did he care about Penny’s parts?

      He didn’t. He hadn’t in years. It was just…she looked different. There was an air of confidence he didn’t remember. That could have come from her recent success. But there was also the issue of her breasts.

      They were bigger. He was sure of it. He dropped his gaze to her chest, then looked away. Yup, bigger. Her sweater hugged her curves before falling to just below her waist. He’d been married to her, had seen her naked countless times. While he’d always liked her body, she’d complained about being too boyish. All angles and lines. Her breasts had been small. But now…

      They were bigger. How could that happen? Oh, sure, he knew about implants, but Penny wasn’t the type, was she? And if she was willing to have surgery to increase her cleavage, wouldn’t she have gone for more than a cup size?

      He shook his head and told himself to think of something else. He was the cofounder of a multimillion-dollar corporation and in charge of a good-sized restaurant. He was also over thirty. Surely he could get through the rest of the meeting without obsessing over his ex-wife’s breasts.

      “Who are you bringing with you?” he asked to change the subject. “You said two people.”

      “Edouard, my sous-chef, and Naomi.”

      He swore. “No.”

      She raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me, but you don’t get a vote. She helps me. Naomi handles things for me and she’s the best expediter in the business. We’ll need that when we get busy.”

      He knew that a good expediter was worth any price when the restaurant was swamped. Someone had to get plates out to tables, making sure the various parties were all served the right food at the right time. The expediter was usually loyal to the back of the store, while helping out in the front. The expediter knew everything that was going on in both places and could keep the chef in the loop.

      “How do you know we’re going to be that busy?” he asked. “It takes