His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 124

Sophia’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Fine. Then send me pictures.”

I gave her my flattest look. “No.”

“Oh, come on…”

“I know exactly what you’d do,” I cut in. “Post them just to get under her skin.”

She fell back into the bed with a dramatic groan. “Ugh, I really need to stop being this obvious.

The sparkle in her eyes said she had no intention of changing.

“Liar.”

Her grin spread. “Guess you’ve figured me out.

I laughed. “I love you.”

“More than Liam?”

“Nice try:”

“”

By the time I finished packing, she was still muttering about all the wasted opportunities for pettiness. We left together- Sophia off to play decoy, me to vanish. She was still shaking her head at what she called my “saintly self–control.”

Sophia pulled into the driveway of one of Liam’s properties- a low, modern home dressed in cedar and shadowed eaves, a neat row of olive trees standing guard along the front. Liam had stayed here the night before to keep us off Cassie’s radar.

He was already waiting at the steps, looking infuriatingly calm and put–together. The moment his eyes found me, he smiled, the one reserved only for me.

“The last time you took me on vacation, I was sixteen,” Sophia said, climbing out and crossing her arms. “But here you are, all teeth, whisking Emily away.”

“Your man should do that for you,” Liam shot back without missing a beat.

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She scoffed. “If only you’d let me get one

“If only you made good choices,” he countered, “and brought home someone decent.”

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I stood a step back, watching them volley insults like it was sport, my smile refusing to hide

Sophia turned to me, eyes gleaming. “Do me a favor, ruffle his feathers for me. Payback for every time he’s been a jerk.”

“I’ll try,” I said, though my laugh gave away I didn’t mean it.

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A short drive later, we rolled straight onto the tarmac. The jet gleamed under flawless Los Angeles sky

Inside, the air carried the quiet luxury of polished leather and fresh citrus, until the soft trace of the flight attendant’s floral perfume layered over it.

I winced, leaning closer to Liam.

“Is it just me, or is that perfume trying to choke me out?”

His mouth twitched like he was hiding a laugh. “I barely notice it. How bad?”

“Feels like it’s wrestling my lungs,” I muttered, clicking my seatbelt.

His eyes flicked toward the attendant, then back to me, amused. “Couple of hours and you’ll be breathing island air instead.”

“Good. Any longer and you’d have to land for a medical emergency.”

The rest of the flight passed in low voices, fleeting touches, and the kind of silence that feels like home.

We landed at Key West International just before sunset, the air warm and salt–heavy. A black SUV waited at the edge of the tarmac, its doors open, the driver immaculate in white gloves.

Twenty minutes later, we reached a secluded dock, where a mahogany yacht rocked gently against the pier.

“This is our ride?” I asked, spotting the champagne chilling on deck.

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