God, I’m so screwed. “You too,” I say, turning to Karl. “I can’t deal with all this right now.” I gesture between the two of them. “You don’t need help cleaning up?” A dry laugh escapes. “You, cleaning? Now that would be a sight.” His brows pull together. “I was genuinely offering.” I shak
Abby Karl hands me a glass of water, and I take a few small sips. I’m still a little drunk, but I feel better now that I’m away from the bar. Thank God Karl was able to teleport us out of there, even if it made me throw up the minute we appeared on his front lawn. Another blessing, in retrospect
“She was buying reviews on social media. I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her decor is pretty much a direct copy of yours.” It takes a moment for the information to sink in. My throat burns, and I look down at my lap. Don’t cry, don’t cry, I tell myself, but tears well up into my eyes, anywa
Abby Tiffany crosses her arms, waiting for my answer. I don’t really know what to say to her. He’s the one who divorced me, after all. It’s not like I set out to break his heart. “I’m not the one who decided to get a divorce,” I say, opting for the truth. She pushes her curtain of brown hair o
Abby “Stop joking around,” I say, placing my empty glass on the ground. “This is serious.” “I’m not joking.” We stare across the room at each other. I kind of want to laugh, but something tells me he wouldn’t appreciate that. Still, there’s no way he’s going to come into my restaurant and work
I’m not surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been good at that, making note of people. It’s partly what makes him a good Alpha. He remembers people even if he’s only met them once. He knows how to make the people who work for him, and the members of his pack, feel special. I step asid
Karl I cross my arms and take a glance around the kitchen. The tiles sparkle like they’re brand new, and the entire place smells like lemon cleaning solution; I’ve just finished mopping the floor, and although I would never admit it to anyone, it’s… the first time I’ve ever used a mop. “Maybe
“Well, I’m in charge here, and I say we do it this way.” Jack shoots me an angry look, his cold eyes filled with annoyance. I open my mouth again to say more, but before I can, Abby’s voice cuts through the kitchen once more. Jack smirks and turns back to his work, and I brace myself for more ord