Chapter 7

“Rob…” Chez stopped, then gulped a couple of times, his voice quiet when he spoke. “I’m no good at it. I don’t have any business qualifications, just catering ones. But even if I had those, I’d still…fail. I’m just not cut out for it.”

How scared he sounded. How desperate.

“And if…whenI fail, when we lose the business, that’s sixty years of history down the drain.”

Rob held him tighter. After a moment he asked quietly, “If you could do whatever you liked, what would it be?”

“Run the parlour,” Chez said, with no hesitation. “That’s what I did before Teo left. I was good at that. And helping Nana with her ices. She still calls me her taste tester. I’m good at sourcing the best-quality ingredients for her.”

“What about the vans?”

“I don’t much like working the vans.” His shoulders tensed under Rob’s arm. “I don’t like kids much. I mean, I like the kids in my family, they’re great. But other kids, en masse, they make me nervous.”