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men brought out in him, but he was determined to get this job and prove them wrong. He wanted to show all of them he was reliable and trustworthy. He wanted to prove to Meghan that he wasn’t the no-account she thought him to be.
    â€œUnderstood, mate.”

Chapter 5
    T he knife slipped, nipping the pad of her index finger.
    Meghan cursed as a small droplet of blood welled before immortal healing took over and the wound quickly closed.
    â€œYou’ve been decidedly clumsy the past two weeks,” Diego said from behind her, causing Meghan to jump. “And antsy.”
    â€œIt’s just the pace of things. There’s been a lot of work lately.” She didn’t meet his gaze as she walked over to one of the sinks and carefully washed the knife and her hands. Not that such a little bit of blood would cause problems to any humans. She just didn’t want the health department on her case if they paid a surprise visit.
    Diego stepped in her path, blocking the way back toher workstation. “Has he been bothering you?” he asked in tones low enough that only she could hear.
    To emphasize the question, he cocked his head in the direction of the back of the kitchen, where Blake was hard at work removing trash-filled bags from the garbage cans. As he hefted the bag, his muscles flexed. The hairs on his arm were golden in the light cast by the backdoor bulb.
    She remembered the feel of all that muscle and the soft hair quite well, but drove those distracting thoughts from her mind. She had been having too many of those kinds of thoughts lately.
    â€œNo, he hasn’t. Just hello and goodbye,” she replied, almost slightly irked by Blake’s decided lack of attention.
    A chuckle escaped Diego as she brushed past him and back to her workstation, her mentor following close behind her.
    â€œI have to confess. I didn’t expect him to last a day, much less two weeks.”
    As she resumed chopping the vegetables for a mirepoix, she nodded. “I didn’t, either. Especially since you’ve given him every crap job in the book.”
    â€œMan’s on a mission,” Diego proclaimed, before he sauntered away, hands tucked into the pockets of a designer suit that screamed old money. Way old money, Meghan thought; there was still much of the wealthy Spanish lord in Diego’s attitude and attire.
    Much like there was still much of the punk in Blake.
    She glanced in Blake’s direction, but he had already headed out to the alley. She resumed her work, but hermind was half on Blake, and when he returned, she watched him work out of the corner of her eye.
    He did every menial task he had been assigned. Even when the other vampire chef intentionally spilled a pan of sauce across Blake’s apron and the floor, he minded himself and did just what he should, although inside of her, she perceived the heat of his anger thanks to the special sire bond that they shared.
    She hated that bond, a constant reminder of what he had done. Of the life to which she had been condemned by a man who still managed to intrigue her on some level. A man who had, as Diego noted, gone on a mission to prove that he could be good.
    So far, all he had managed to prove was that he was determined, she thought.
    After cleaning up the spill, Blake returned to the back of the kitchen where he ripped off the apron, stuffed it into the laundry bin and escaped into the alley.
    She wondered if he would return or if that had been the final straw, but after a quarter of an hour, he stormed back in and snagged a clean apron from a stack of fresh laundry in the pantry. Then he resumed work.
    Meghan did the same, turning her attention to the osso bucco she was preparing and then the next. The pace was grueling; the restaurant had developed a regular human clientele as well as a vampire following that kept on coming back, even with the deadly incident two weeks earlier.
    The disturbing event in the private dining room had