Yes, Chef

by Waitlyn Andrews

Maybe I’ve been reading too many books about brooding main heroes.

I’m sure that after reading so many romance books, I’m just attracted to the classic grumpy trope. That’s gotta be it.

“Great, then you can get a book here, too.” Is he trying to make me fall in love with him? Because he’s one more crepe and book adventure away from it, and he doesn't even know it.

He grabs a few books, and when he sees me start to carry a pile, he grabs them from me and holds them. I almost lose it then and there but somehow manage to keep my cool. It would be weird for me to ask him to marry me, sure, but after a stunt like that, could you blame me? No.

I hate the third-act breakups. I understand the need for them, sure, but I hate them all the same.

“No, what drove my heart wild was the gorgeous sous chef in my kitchen who had big smiles for everyone but me,” he admits,

I’m not a damsel in distress, but even strong female leads need a helping hand sometimes. And when that helping hand belongs to the most attractive, caring, thoughtful man I’ve ever met? I’ll reach for it every time.