The Pied Piper

"Ohh. Luca. Who is that new customer today? He doesn't seem interested in your food at all," Serena said, settling into her usual spot near the island kitchen. Her eyes were locked on the man sitting outside on the patio. He was handsome—strikingly so. Handsome enough to make even the attractive chef in front of her, busily working at the stove, pale in comparison.

Luca glanced up from his pan, following her gaze to the man outside. His lips pressed into a tight line. Like hell, he would know why that guy was sitting there. The man had been lounging in that spot since early morning, well before the restaurant even opened. This was the problem with handing investors the duplicate keys. They tended to drop by uninvited. And then, when he went out to question him? He was shooed off with the answer that he was waiting for someone. Ha!