Chapter 9

“He says he’ll gladly wait,” she said in a singsong voice, and I wanted to smack my head with the spatula. Hers, too.

I finished the omelet and added the sides before setting it outside the window. “Order up!” I yelled, then took off my apron.

One of the morning cooks, Lavita, smiled and winked at me as I left. “Go on and get your man, honey.” Gossip ran like hot oil in this place.

I pretended not to see Hortencia grinning from ear to ear and focused on Lud, wearing a long-sleeved purple T-shirt and crisp jeans. He smelled wonderful, goddammit.

“Buy you breakfast?” he asked and handed me a white rose.

I took it, my face warming when he leaned in and kissed my cheek. Feeling slightly off-kilter, I looked around, noting how the place was almost overflowing with people, all staring at us.

“I don’t think there’s much room right now, unless you want to wait.”

At which point, a few of the patrons volunteered their seats, the busybodies.