The Chef Who Cooked Up Divorce

ee in one hand and the folder of "contracts" in the other. "I shoul

y ribs. This was it. I brac

r phone rang. Her expression changed

t' s wrong?

voice through the phone

t bit me! The owner is some homeless lunatic,

bing her keys. "Where a

ft on the counter. The confrontation was delayed, but the reality of my situa

had a legitimate reason to be there; I consult with one of the d

g on Caleb, carefully dabbing a tiny scratch on his

l-looking woman in her 60s holding a small terrie

perated. "Fifi just nipped him to say hello. The

nd Caleb. "You two are such a cute couple," s

t correct her. She just ga

le vanished. "Ethan! Wh

my voice cold and flat. "We have a

me, she seemed to realize how this looked. The public praise for th

of her smiling at being called Caleb' s partner burn