Book Six: Imperfectly Delicious
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Between a Fox and a Hard Place
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Imperfectly Delicious
If anything is good for pounding humility into you permanently, it’s the restaurant business.
–Anthony Bourdain
Fred steps over me to reach the order window, an exaggerated motion that makes her dark ponytail swish behind her. “Confrontation is your kryptonite,” she says over her shoulder.
“Do not tell him I’m here or you’re fired.” It’s a threat that would carry more weight if I weren’t a grown woman cowering on the floor of my own food truck in unequivocal terror.
She’s not wrong. I like dealing with conflict as much as I enjoy public speaking while scorpions crawl all over my face.
It’s not that I’m a total doormat. I deal with a variety of challenges and complications with ease. After all, I started my own food truck. I hired an employee—one who isn’t very respectful or deferential, but who’s counting? —and I run my own successful catering business as a side hustle.
I can totally adult. But talking to people who have a problem with me? Not my strongest suit.
And there is one person in particular who hasmanyproblems with me.
“Where is she?”
Guy Chapman.
His voice is as powerful as lightning in a summer storm—as if the air molecules themselves divided in terror at his words.
“She’s hiding,” Fred says.
I pinch her ankle and she kicks at me with the top of her foot, bumping into my side with more force than necessary. I scowl up at her but it’s wasted effort, my glare striking the underside of her chin as she leans on the counter toward my nemesis.
This isn’t the first time he’s been here, and it’s not the first time I’ve avoided him. We’re parked in a narrow lot adjacent to his restaurant. I have the perfect view of his door when it swings open, an intricately carved, thick wood piece. It probably cost more than my life is worth.