Vanessa just nodded, her eyes never leaving the man that had changed the course of her mother's life--the man that had lied to her so that he could pimp her out--the man that had left a legacy of pain and dysfunction in his wake.

"So you are a chef?" She asked politely.

"Yes. I'm the sous chef—second in command but hardest working." He chuckled and Vanessa reached to take her son from him.

"Juan Carlos has been going to culinary school here at the Art ...