I cut a look at Antonio, but he only nodded gravely and cast a wary glance between me and Sadie. Then the craziest thing happened. My chef—the man who had been loyal to me for years, who’d moved here from Bologna for me, and who had known this girl for less than a day—took a small protective step toward Sadie’s side of the counter. As if he were prepared to step in if I attacked her.
