Part 2 (1/2)

Her eyebrows rose. ”Interesting. A gunslinger coming in to clean up the town. I think I like that.” She drew in a breath. ”How about five percent of the profits, a three-year deal, I get some say in the next GM and I take my specialty items with me.” She held up her hand. ”But only to my own place and you can keep them on The Waterfront menu as well.”

He wasn't surprised she wanted to branch out on her own. Most good chefs did. Few had the capital or the management skills.

”Oh, and that salary you offered me before was fine,” she said.

”Of course it was,” he told her. ”That a.s.sumed you didn't get this other stuff. How many are you bringing with you?”

”Two. My sous-chef and my a.s.sistant.”

Chefs usually came with a small staff. As long as they worked well with the others in the kitchen, Cal didn't care.

”You'll never take the vacation,” he said. At least she never had before.

”I want it,” she said. ”Just so we're clear, I will be using it.”

He shrugged. ”Not until we're up and running.”

”I was thinking late summer. I'll have everything together by then.”

Maybe. She hadn't seen the mess yet.

”Is that it?” he asked.

She considered for a second, then shrugged. ”Get me the offer in writing. I'll look it over and then let you know if we have a deal.”

”You'd never get this much anywhere else. Don't pretend you'll back out.”

The smugness returned. ”You never know, Cal. I want to hear what your compet.i.tion puts on the table.”

”I know who's interested. They'll never cut you in for that much of the profit.”

”True enough, but their restaurants are successful. A smaller percentage of something is better than a big chunk of nothing.”

”This could make you a star,” he said. ”People would notice.”

”People already notice.”

He wanted to tell her she wasn't all that special. That he could name five chefs who would do as good a job. The problem was he couldn't. In the past three years, Penny had made a name for herself. He needed that to dig The Waterfront out of its hole.

”I'll have the agreement couriered over to your place tomorrow afternoon,” he said.

She practically purred her contentment. ”Good.”

”You're enjoying this, aren't you?”

”Oh, yeah. I won't even mind working for you because every time you p.i.s.s me off, I'm going to remind you that you came looking for me. That you needed me.”

Revenge. He respected that. It annoyed him, but he respected it.

”Why are you doing this?” she asked as she picked up a pecan. ”You got out of the family business years ago.”