Chapter 13

Trey

"Chef, what the hell are you doing here so early?" Alex asks, strolling into the building.

I couldn't fall back asleep, so I ended up here at the restaurant. It's ironic how I had a one night stand to take my mind off the restaurant, but now I'm here needing a distraction from thinking about the hookup.

"Waiting on the electrician," I answer wearily, exhaling a sigh as I bring the glass to my lips.

"Hey, are you having a drink right now?" He looks at his watch and raises an eyebrow. "It's only 9am!"

I shake my head. "It's only water."

My heart warms knowing Alex looks out for me. He's fully aware about my parents' alcoholism and makes sure I don't tumble down that same path. I appreciate that more than he knows.

His eyes soften with relief. "Oh, good. You know Chef, I told you the electrician might not come today."

I'm fully aware he's not. The asshole is taking his sweet time like this isn't urgent. I'm almost starting to believe he has a personal vendetta ag