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
“Oh, god,” I think to myself when I see the look on Daisy’s face. “What did he do this time?” “What happened?” I should have gone over there when I saw him talking to her. I knew he was up to something, sticking his nose in something that he shouldn’t be, but I guess I gave him the benefit of th
“Did you have something else to say, Abby?” he asks, folding his arms. “Or can I get back to work?” I pinch the bridge of my nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Just… Keep your opinions to yourself, Karl. You don’t run this place. I do.” “Fine,” he says. “Fine,” I reply, narrowing my
Abby What an arrogant ass. He’s just as egotistical as he always was. I rub my temples as the back door slams shut behind Karl. I stalk back across the room, giving John a look as I pass. He lifts his hands in supplication. “Sorry, boss. But to be fair, he started it.” “This is a kitchen,