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Tom smiled, humoring her. “Reggie, you’re preparing an Italian meal, which I happen to be rather good at, and you want me to chop veg for pot pies.”

“Yes.”

He nodded. “I understand.” And he no doubt did. Reggie was putting him in his place.

She started to fold her arms over her chest, caught herself, and forced them back to her sides. “And I want you to be nice to Patty. For some reason her back is up.”

“No problem.” This time there was a note of irony in his voice, but Reggie ignored it as she led the way into the kitchen.

She pulled a list out of her apron pocket. “Here you go. I’m sure you can familiarize yourself with the kitchen. This is your station.” She indicated an area of the stainless steel counter with a sweep of her hand. “Let me know when you’re done.” She hesitated, then added, “And be nice to Patty. I mean it.”

“Yes, Chef.”

Reggie left Tom standing next to the counter and went into the office. When she returned, Tom glanced up. Oh, yeah. This wasn’t nerve-racking or anything, having him here.

Tom was chopping as he’d been told to do, his hand moving so quickly it was a blur. Reggie knew he wasn’t showing off. He was making a point. Yes, he’d chop veg, but using him that way was a waste. He was probably thinking of how he could revolutionize her kitchen.

He’d lost that chance seven years ago.