Page 10 of Coming Home for Love

“Chef Wynter, I was told to tell you to personally deliver the food to table six,” one of the busboys said when he entered the kitchen.

“Me? Why?” He shrugged, then walked away.

I rolled my eyes and plated the food. My mom said she and Osiris would come, so maybe it was them, but she said she wouldn’t this week, so maybe it wasn’t her. Plus, the order didn’t have chicken nuggets, so it couldn’t be them. Or maybe it was my father. I was sure he would have told me he was coming though. It could have been the critic, but I didn’t have to be the one to deliver the food. My brain came up with multiple scenarios, and I didn’t like any of them.

I didn’t have time to stress it because whoever was at table six needed their food.

I grabbed the plate and headed to the dining room.

I walked to the table with a smile on my face. A lump formed in my throat when I noticed who was at the table. If it were possible to disappear into thin air, I would have at that moment.

Osiris fucking Gray was here in Sweetwater Hills.

Fuck me.

I had been in the States for a week, and I enjoyed spending time with my family, especially my nephews. My brother-in-law had to have surgery, so my sister was home taking care of him.

My mother told me my sister needed to go to Taurus restaurant to do a write-up, but since I took her place, I went close to closing time to see how they would handle it.

I was seated promptly and had gotten my drinks just as fast. While I waited for my food, I texted Shannon to see what she was up to. There was a time difference, so I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t respond.

When I took a moment to look up, I froze, and my dick twitched.

The one that got away walked toward the table with a plate of food. We locked eyes for a second, but then she quickly turned the other way and hauled ass like she was being chased by a dog.

Wynter Williams. It had been a few years since I saw her, but I could never forget that face. I liked Wynter, and I hated the way things ended with us because we never officially ended.

I looked around the restaurant because it seemed like my mind was playing tricks on me. I didn’t expect to see her here.

A couple of minutes later, a woman who looked like Wynter came to the table.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Gray. Our chef forgot to add something to the plate, but here is your meal.” She placed the plate on the table. “For the inconvenience, your next meal is free. That’s if you choose to come back.” She smiled.

I looked at the plate of food. It smelled and looked good. On the inside, I was smiling because it seemed as though Wynter had done well for herself, but I was confused about why she ran away like she didn’t want to see me or something.

“Thank you.” I wasn’t going to tell her if I would be back or not. Whenever I did reviews, I liked to keep them guessing.

“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”

“No, I’m good.”

A waitress had already served my drinks and refreshed my basket of bread.

“Okay. If you need anything else, please let me know. My name is LaShay, and I’m the owner.”

I could tell she was nervous, and I didn’t blame her, especially because of how her chef could be considered rude, but I wouldn’t hold it against her or the restaurant. Hell, I wouldn’t hold it against Wynter. I just hoped she’d come back to talk to me.

I nodded, and she walked away.

There was steam coming from the plate, so I took a moment to bless my food, then tasted it.

The different flavors melted on my tongue when I ate a piece of the meat. The smell was aromatic, and the flavor was perfect.

Regardless of Wynter reacting the way she did, I would give them a good rating because the food was just that good, and I enjoyed the vibe of the place.

Black linens covered the table, and each table had tealight candles in the middle. The gold sconces on the wall gave it an upscale look. Even the waiters and waitresses were dressed nicely in slacks and white dress shirts. Nobody had their shirts untucked, and they all looked clean. I didn’t need the free meal, but they would see me again.

I cleaned the plate and drank the wine that the waitress suggested to complement the meal, and it was a good choice.

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