Page 134 of A Chef's Kiss for Christmas
“Yeah. But I haven’t told her that yet, so you can keep it to yourself for the time being.”
“She’s going to be really impressed that you told me first.”
“Maybe don’t mention this conversation. At least not until your best man speech. She might think it’s cute then.”
“Best man speech!” Lewis grinned. “Are things that serious?”
“Do you really think I’d get involved with your sister if I wasn’t serious?”
“No. Which is partly why I’d never have any issue with it.”
“Partly?” he asked.
“I think you two are well suited – in a weird, opposites-attract kind of way.”
“I don’t think we’re all that different. Notreally.”
Lewis nodded.
“She’s not dating Hayden, by the way,” Warren said, grinning.
“Yep.” Lewis fought a grin of his own and took a swig of his beer. “Sorry about that. Apparently, I had bad information.”
“It seems like it.” He paused. “What were you saying before about matching any offers I’d got from other restaurants?”
“I thought you might bring that up again.” He heaved in a breath and looked suddenly serious. “You know, if you ever wanted to move on to something else, I’d understand… I wouldn’t like it,” he added quickly. “But I’d hate to think of you staying purely out of loyalty.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Warren said.
“I know you think you can’t get a Michelin star if you stay at the hotel, and if that’s something you want to pursue, it’s understandable.”
“That’s not why I think it won’t happen.”
“Why then?”
“Because I don’t have any significant formal training. Restaurants with self-taught head chefs don’t generally get awarded Michelin stars.”
Lewis’s brow wrinkled tightly. “Most self-taught chefs probably aren’t as good as you.”
“It doesn’t matter, anyway. I don’t care about Michelin stars. I’m happy I get to do what I love for a living.”
At the sound of footsteps, they both looked towards the door as Erin appeared.
“You could have told me you were starting the party already,” she admonished with a smile. “I thought we were going up to the hotel.”
“We are,” Lewis said. “We were just having one drink here first. Do you want one?”
“I actually need to get back to the hotel.” Warren drained his beer. “I’m already in trouble with Anna. I need to go and grovel.”
When he stood, Lewis did too, and they embraced tightly. “Good talk,” Warren said, chuckling as he released him.
“Wait, what did I miss here?” Erin asked.
“A lot of stuff,” Warren teased, earning himself a playful punch from Erin.
Then her eyes widened. “Did you and Anna get together?”
“Yes,” he said beaming.
