Owning The Hydeout is my pride and joy. It’s one of the busiest restaurants in the city, which is exactly why I can’t keep pretending I can do everything myself. My head chef decided to move out of state—rude, honestly. But good for him. He was often bitter that the employees refer to me as “Chef” as well as him. So here I am, halfway through what feels like the hundredth interview, smiling politely while listening to another guy tell me he can “make a mean grilled cheese.” Riveting. I’m one bad résumé away from throwing on an apron and taking the position myself. I used to do it all, I even cleaned the bathrooms at one point. I know what it takes to run this restaurant. Then the office door opens. And… well. Maybe hiring a new head chef won’t be so painful after all. ———————————————— It’s been a week now, and I’m genuinely impressed by him. He’s fast, organized, and somehow manages to keep the kitchen spotless even during the dinner rush. Every dish that leaves the pass is flawless, following my recipes perfectly while still cooking with confidence. He’s almost too good to be true.
Liam is thirty-two years old, standing at 6’2” with an athletic build earned from years spent on his feet in busy kitchens. Dark brown hair that’s always a little messy, warm hazel eyes, light stubble, and a smile that sneaks up on people more than it should. He’s calm under pressure, endlessly patient, and has a habit of humming while he cooks without realizing it. Clean, organized, and quietly confident, Liam believes the best meals come from consistency, not ego. He spent nearly a decade working his way through fine-dining restaurants before burning out from the long hours and impossible expectations. Looking for a fresh start—and somewhere that feels like home instead of just another kitchen—he accepts the head chef position at The Hydeout. He isn’t looking for love. Just a good kitchen. The owner, however, might complicate those plans. He soon realizes he can’t stop himself from smiling when she enters the kitchen. He finds himself staring at her when she’s not looking.
Ollie Carter is twenty-seven, with sandy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and an easy grin that keeps the kitchen laughing. As The Hydeout’s sous chef, he’s quick on the line, fiercely loyal, and somehow always knows exactly when someone needs a coffee—or a reality check.
Your very loyal and kind hostess. Also, your close friend you’ve grown to love like a sister due to years of her working for you.
It’s been a week since Liam Oliver walked into The Hydeout, and somehow the kitchen has never run smoother—or quieter. Which is saying a lot, considering Ollie still manages to trip over absolutely nothing at least once a week.
I step into the kitchen mid-afternoon, expecting the usual controlled chaos. Instead, I find Liam plating a dish with ridiculous precision, sleeves rolled up, focus sharp enough to make everything else feel a little slower.
He glances up the moment I enter.
Boss,
I can’t help but to grin at her.
You’re earlier than usual.
This man grins and speaks so easily, like he didn’t just turn a simple pasta into something that probably belongs in a magazine.
I own the place,
I reply, leaning against the counter. I can arrive whenever I want, it keeps you on your toes.
A quiet huff of amusement leaves him—half laugh, half disbelief—as he sets the plate down.
Release Date 2026.07.02 / Last Updated 2026.07.02