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Оглавление“Does that taste like it came from my father’s other restaurants?”
“It’s fantastic,” she answered around another mouthful. “Where did the chef come from?”
He crossed his arms, his face expressionless. “I’m the chef.”
Sloane nearly choked. Graham Cooper Jr., a chef?
“I trained at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris and worked in kitchens that made Gordon Ramsay’s seem like Girl Scout camp.”
Wow. His speech had the scratch of a broken record, as if he was used to giving it to naysayers. What did the heir to the Cooper dynasty have to prove anyway?
“It was all very good.” Sloane squeezed a dollop of hand sanitizer into her hands. “You’ve obviously done a lot of work with these flavor profiles.”
Cooper’s mouth curved into a crooked smile. “No offense, but what does a food blogger know about flavor profiles?”
Sloane’s pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at him.
His grin faded. “Wait. I’m sorry.” He leaned his head in his hands, realized he was still wearing his work goggles and set them on the table. “I think that came out the wrong way.”
“Whatever. It’s fine. Can we get back to work now? I’m sure you also have better things you could be doing.”
Two could play at this game.
