Buchanan: Delicious Part 5

As there weren't any profits from which to get a cut, it wasn't a happy thought. "I want to bring in my own suppliers."

"We honor these first."

She recognized the stubborn set of his mouth. She could fight and scream and possibly threaten physical violence, but he wouldn't back down. Her only option was logic.

"Fine. I'll use them for now, but if they screw up even once, it's over. I'll go to someone else."

"Fair enough."

"You better have a talk with them. I'll put money on the fact that they haven't been delivering their best here. That had better change."

"I'll get on it." He pulled a PalmPilot out of his jacket pocket and wrote on the small screen. Cal was such a guy-always in love with his toys.

"Shouldn't the new general manager be handling that?" she asked. "Don't you have coffee you should be selling?"

"Funny you should mention that," he said.

She leaned against the counter and looked at him. All the warning signs were there-the brightness in his eyes, the slight smile, his sense of being totally in charge of the situation. Not that he was. This was her dream they were talking about and she wasn't going to let anyone mess with it.

"Let me guess," she said dryly. "I'm not going to like who you've hired."

"I don't know." He shrugged, then smiled. "It's me."

She'd been expecting either a name she didn't recognize or someone she'd worked with in the past and hadn't liked. But Cal? Her stomach heaved once as emotion flooded her.

No. Not Cal. So not a good idea.

"You won't have time," she said quickly. Oh, sure, he was good-she remembered that much. He'd walked away from the family steak house to start his own thing, but it hadn't been because he was failing. On the contrary, profits had been up substantially. But here? Now?

"I'm taking a leave for four months," he said. "I'll still go in to The Daily Grind office, but just for a few hours a week. My focus is The Waterfront."

"Why didn't you tell me when I asked the first time?"

"I thought you'd turn down the job."

Would she have? She wasn't sure. Not that she would let him know she wasn't sure.

She laughed. "Gee, Cal, I thought your brother was the one with the big ego. Now I see it runs in the family."

He didn't even look uncomfortable, which was just like him. Instead he stared at her.

"Given our past, it was a reasonable a.s.sumption. Working together under any circ.u.mstances could be challenging, but in a restaurant..." His voice trailed off.

She turned away. Her point exactly. "I don't care who I work with as long as he or she is good at the job. So show up, give a hundred and fifty percent, and we'll be fine."

"Penny?"

She breathed deeply, not wanting to give in to the anger inside of her. Deep, buried anger that made her want to lash out. It was the past, she told herself. It was long over. She had to remember that.

But her list of grievances-his wrongs-wouldn't go away. She wanted to scream them all and demand explanations. Talk about unreasonable.

Still, she couldn't help venting about at least one of them. An easy one that didn't really matter anymore.

She turned back to him and put her hands on her hips. "What the h.e.l.l was wrong with you?" she demanded. "I was your wife. It was a dumb entry-level job. Salads, Cal. Just salads. Why couldn't you pick up the phone and put in a good word for me? Was it because you thought I couldn't handle it?"

That's what she'd always wondered, but hadn't been able to ask. That he hadn't believed in her. Because what else could it be? But she hadn't been sure, and now she wanted to know.

He took a step toward her, then stopped and shook his head. "You make me crazy. It's been what, four years since that job interview? Does it really matter?"

"Yes. It does."

He s.h.i.+fted. "You won't believe me."

"Try me."

"It wasn't that I didn't believe in you. Never that. You were great. The best. It was about my family."

She frowned. "What? That your grandmother would see your wife working? She already knew I had a job, Cal. It wouldn't have been a surprise."

"No. I didn't want you involved with her. Exposed to her."

Penny knew he and Gloria had never been close, but she had a hard time believing that was the reason.

"I grew up with two sisters, and the three of us had to share a bathroom," she said. "I know how to play well with others."

"I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to risk you. It was never about you doing the job."

She didn't actually believe him, but as he'd mentioned, what was the point in fighting about it now? He'd come back, begging her to work for him and she'd agreed.

"Whatever," she said with a shrug. "I'll accept you as the temporary GM. Just don't get in my way."

"Not my style."

"It is interesting," she told him. "I distinctly remember you once telling me h.e.l.l would freeze over before we would ever work together."

"You're taking that out of context. We were married at the time. A restaurant is too small for a married couple to coexist in."

"You sure made a lot of p.r.o.nouncements back then. How many of them were accurate?"

She expected him to be annoyed that she'd dared to question him. Instead he grinned. "I figure about sixty percent."

"You're being generous."

"That's because of the subject matter."

"Yourself?"

The grin broadened. "Who else?"