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    Tall Order: Chef's Table, #2
    Tall Order: Chef's Table, #2
    Tall Order: Chef's Table, #2
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    Tall Order: Chef's Table, #2

    By Irene Preston

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    Chef Dylan Trevino screwed up bad, and he knows it. When he left Texas, his job, and his boyfriend behind, Dylan was confident Aston would follow him to New York. Now he's back home and working for the worst caterer in Austin just to pay the rent. Being head chef at a party thrown by a famous rocker doesn't make up for serving bland tacos while dressed like a dime-store cowboy. Thank god his ex can't see him now.

     

    Aston Winkler's steampunk guitar mods are all the rage with musicians and he's got invites to every hot party in town. Too bad he'd rather be listening to garage bands than networking in a penthouse. From his 6'7" vantage point, Aston has no problem spotting Dylan at the crowded SXSW party. Getting his boyfriend back? That's a tall order.


     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIrene Preston
    Release dateFeb 16, 2016
    ISBN9780996809917
    Tall Order: Chef's Table, #2
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    Irene Preston

    Irene Preston has to write romances, after all she is living one. As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away on a romantic honeymoon across Europe. Today they live in the beautiful hill country outside of Austin, Texas where Dream Man is still working hard to make sure she never has to take off her rose-colored glasses.  Visit Irene online  After Hours: https://www.facebook.com/groups/LivAndIrene/ Never miss a release, sale or giveaway - sign up for Irene's newsletter:  http://bit.ly/1ic47GP

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      Tall Order - Irene Preston

      Tall Order

      Chef’s Table Book 2

      Irene Preston

      IrenePreston.com

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, businesses and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Tall Order

      © 2015 by Sharon Stoker Laurent

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      ISBN: 978-0-9968099-1-7

      Chapter One

      Win’s here.

      Dylan forced air into constricted lungs.

      At 6’7" tall, Aston Winkler was impossible to miss even in a penthouse crowded with SXSW partiers. When Dylan rounded the corner, the sight of the familiar face towering above the rest of the crowd knocked the wind slap out of him.

      He stopped dead, ignoring the other caterers moving around him. Not here. Not now. He wasn’t ready to face Win yet. But Dylan couldn’t move for a full minute. He just stood there, risking exposure, his gaze locked on Win as though he was the only person in the room.

      Eleven months, two weeks, and three days since he’d last seen the man he loved. He refused to call it a year.

      Dylan pulled himself together and retreated to the kitchen. He couldn’t let Win see him in these clothes.

      He glanced down at his blue Roy Rogers-style shirt and brown polyester pants. He looked like something out of a bad fifties western. He was a walking joke. Fitting, because Joe Bob’s Texas Catering Company was a joke to everyone in the Austin culinary world. A year ago, if anyone had told him he would ever touch food prepared by Joe Bob’s he would have laughed his ass off. Now here he was, Joe Bob’s new pet chef, hired on for the SXSW music festival to trot out in front of V.I.P. clients.

      What difference Dylan’s culinary skills made, he didn’t know. Joe Bob’s catered to the convention crowd because no real Texan would hire them. The company churned out bland, assembly line food that the owner, Felix Minger, hawked as real Texas barbeque and authentic Tex-Mex to moon-faced Yankees who didn’t know pico de gallo from picante sauce much less a jalapeño from a guajillo.

      Dex Reed, New Yorker via New Zealand with more cash than brains, had been the perfect mark. Felix had culled the rock star out of the SXSW crowd the way a lion separates the sick gazelle from the herd. Dylan would never forget the conference call to go over the menu. Dex wanted Tex-Mex, his concept of which seemed to be an unholy fusion of national fast-food chain offerings and the latest catch-phrases he’d picked up from Food Network. The rock star had heard Austin was the place to get tacos, so tacos were what he wanted—but not ordinary tacos. Something elevated and in a taco bar, like that Elvis place.

      Elevated tacos. Got it. Dylan had nodded solemnly and tried not to laugh, because conference calls now included video and as much as he despised Felix and Joe Bob’s, he needed the extra paycheck. Three red-eye shifts a week in a diner out by the airport weren’t cutting it.

      He didn’t know how he was supposed to elevate anything destined to be stuck in a buffet and self-assembled by drunk music fans. Never mind the Elvis place had a nacho bar, not a taco bar, and there was nothing elevated about it.

      Oh, and one more thing. Dex had stared directly into the screen giving Felix and Dylan the full benefit of his brooding rock-star gaze. Please make sure everything is gluten-free

      And, bingo, Dex Reed had saved Dylan’s culinary butt with the perfect excuse to veto the industrial cans of processed, pre-cooked everything Joe Bob’s normally used to make their food.

      Despite not being able to wheedle his way out of the dime-store-cowboy duds, Dylan had almost been looking forward to tonight’s job. He was catering an exclusive SXSW party thrown by an honest-to-god rock-star. The menu was all his. And, yes, dammit, it was elevated. He defied anyone to find a better taco bar anywhere in Texas. He had battled Felix and won. The taco bar wasn’t so much a help-yourself-buffet as a made-to-order chef station.

      Wait staff circled the room with tapas, which were good by anyone’s standard. Except for a few partiers obviously too coked-up to eat, everyone was scarfing them down. Until now, his biggest concerns for the evening had been figuring out if there was a way to network future gigs sans Joe Bob’s and worrying the attendance looked like it exceeded the guest-count he’d been given.

      Seeing Win, though…

      Dylan made his way across the room and began methodically going through the insulated food pan carriers taking up one full side of the kitchen. Most of them were empty. The empty trays should bother him, because it was barely past midnight and he was expected to keep the ever-expanding crowd fed until sunrise. Instead of the neatly sorted trays, all he could think about was the brief glimpse of Win standing across the room.

      In typical Win fashion, he had been at the edge of the crowd, practically against the wall. All of the seating must be taken, because Win wouldn’t stand among strangers if he could sit. He hated people staring up at him. As usual, he had attracted a knot of people—male and female.

      Dylan had been a lucky sonofabitch. With an ounce of self-confidence, Win always could have been a player. Instead, he had been all Dylan’s right up until Dylan walked away, too stupid to realize Win wasn’t going to follow.

      Clicking the final container shut, Dylan tried to remember if he had counted anything. He supposed it didn’t matter. Whatever the count, it wouldn’t cover another five hours of party.

      A party with Win standing in the next room, surrounded by strangers and, for once, not looking like he was going to bolt. He looked amazing, in fact. He had always been sexy as hell, but he had finally gotten a decent haircut and he had new clothes. Nothing off-the-rack either. The three-quarter length Victorian-inspired coat skimmed his torso like it had been made for him and the sleeves didn’t stop inches above his wrists like any jacket Win had ever bought outside a specialty shop. Pricey. Even his geeky black frame glasses looked like they had gotten a designer upgrade. Who the hell was buying Win clothes?

      The memory expanded to include the man standing next to Win. Slightly older, shaved head, expensive shoes—he didn't scan as a musician

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