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Still, the other man spun around, his wooden spoon held up in a defensive position Sauce dripped from it to the floor

“What? Oh, it’s you Don’t you know not to sneak up on an old man? Jesus”

Saxon barely refrained fro his eyes Renard was only five years older than his of gray at the teray hair on his face Lines crinkled around his eyes as he glared at Saxon “What do you want?”

Saxon crossed his ar the other man a serious look “You do reht?”

Renard grunted and turned back to his sauce This time Saxon did roll his eyes

“Reain?”

“Because I’enius when it comes to food”

“And you’re an absolute asshole when it co with people”

“You’re talking about that spineless pastry chef” Renard turned back to glare at hi”

Saxon let out a deep breath Patience

“You cannot keep scaring off the people I hire just because you don’t like the way they do things”

“This is my kitchen”

“No,” he replied in a low voice “It’s mine”

“Fine I’ll leave”

“You won’t,” Saxon told him firmly