Bourbon & Boss

<p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When it's too hot in the kitchen you risk a crash and burn.</em></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Tucker:</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Opening </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Two Fourteen </em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>was my dream</span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. </em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It's all I had after the war. My thank you to my hometown of Kissing Springs for welcoming me and boosting me when I had little more than my discharge papers and rucksack. Owning a date-night hot spot works in the Romance Capital of the South.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Years later my restaurant is the talk of the county. It's my family. Sometimes sixteen hours of my day. Except for my project at the VA </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Two-Fourteen</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> is my whole life.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I should be happy. Except lately every snuggled-up couple we serve reminds me of the big void in my life. Add in a heaping dose of blue-balls from hiring a spunky pink-haired pastry chef who tortures me day in and day out and my quiet home is one step from a spank-bank prison cell.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Too bad I can't go there. Dating is forbidden in my kitchen. Not to mention the woman is pricklier than a cactus. I've got no time for that drama.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Bree:</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Genius of sweets? Why thank you. I do my thing banking on creativity and finesse with a piping bag to land me my dream job at </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Two Fourteen</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. People leave me alone and I like it that way.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>So why can't I stop thinking about my boss's backside? Too many hours in the kitchen. That's what this is. Not his ridiculously handsome face and stupid big heart I can't seem to ignore.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've never been good at following rules but how much of this push and pull can one woman take? Question is... which one of us will break first?</span></p>