Page 7 of Renard's Deliverance

“What’s the complaint about?” he snapped.

How was it possible for a man to look so sexy while he was scowling? Too bad that she was gonna have to eviscerate him if he hurt her friend.

Nobody hurt Opal’s friends.

“What are you sorry about?” the chef asked.

“About causing issues because I’m feeding Kye,” Ryleigh said.

“Why would you apologize for feeding your kid? Who has got a problem with her feeding her kid?”

Opal stared at him, mesmerized. He was amazing.

“We do.” Wendy stood. “I made the complaint. We are trying to eat, and we should be able to do it without having to watch that. She is exposed.”

His gaze flicked to Ryleigh, then away. “She doesn’t look exposed to me.”

“It’s not . . . it’s not right,” Mrs. Brown Pants added.

“What’s not right is that you’re wasting my time on this. She’s got a right to feed her baby. Got a right to do it wherever she likes. Unless she comes to your house and wants to do it, then you don’t have a say about where she does it. Last I looked, this wasn’t your house. But it is mine. Now, get out. You’re banned. You have two minutes to leave and do not come back.”

“We will be complaining to the police about this!” Wendy said.

The chef smiled. It wasn’t a pretty smile. “You don’t live in Haven, do you?”

“No, we live over in St. Barts,” Mrs. Brown Pants said. “We came here because the food is meant to be the best in the county.”

“It is,” the chef said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Too bad you won’t ever get to eat any more of it. Get. Out.”

The two women looked around as though searching for support and even though the restaurant was mainly filled with tourists from out-of-town, they didn’t receive one look of sympathy.

Instead, they rushed out of there, and the chef turned to their table. “You all good?”

“Well, hellooo, Daddy,” Opal purred as she placed her elbow on the table. She rested her chin in her hand as she looked him over. “Where have you been all my life?”

He didn’t look shocked or terrified.

More points in his favor.

Instead, he raised an eyebrow and pointed at her. “Behave yourself.”

“Or what?” She grinned. “I’m not that good at behaving.”

“Um, Opal, I’d really like to taste the fried chicken and mashed potatoes I ordered,” Ryleigh said.

“You don’t need fried chicken and mashed potatoes,” he said. “When you’re breastfeeding you need fresh vegetables and lean protein. I’ll sort something for you.” He strode back into the kitchen.

Opal whistled as she watched his tight butt disappear through the kitchen door. “That man is fiiinnee.”

“Darn it. I really wanted fried chicken,” Ryleigh complained.

“Don’t worry, you can have some of mine,” Opal told her as she turned back around. “Do you think he goes to the club?”

“You haven’t seen him there?” Lilac asked.

Opal shook her head. Nope. But she was definitely going to look out for him from now on.

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