Robin Cook Books Novels & Stories

I shake the frustration away, having no time to think about it. "We have an order to prepare. I'm accepting this one to challenge myself as head chef and all of you as a cook. I'll brief what we'll do with the patties when the rest of the team is here, but for now..." I begin tying my brown hair. "Prepare yourself with last year's May and September's recipes. Pass it to everyone as they enter the door." "On it, Chef." Ruby walks to the office room, picking up the archive folder. I watch for a while as she prints some copies before turning my eyes to the empty stoves and tables. Leaning my hands on one of the tables, I sigh out the cold, sad tension inside my chest that somehow took form in t

We must look sickly lovey-dovey. I clear my throat and return to my plate. "So, this steak is delicious. Who made it?" Anna beams at me and taps her husband's shoulder. "In this house, Robin is the BBQ and meat master." "Oh, I see!" I try to keep the smile on my face, but damn it—if Robin makes food like this, I must take cooking classes. I can't serve Lynn crap food when she is used to such delicious treats. "It's perfectly made!" Robin grins. "Thank you—I serve only the best for my family!"