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,
Abby He doesn’t respond for a moment, and I hold my breath. Is he angry? Hurt? Annoyed? It’s impossible to read the expression on his face. “Oh,” he finally says, leaning back in his seat. “Just helping out?” I nod. “He insisted on helping, so I put him in the back. Tonight, he was doing
Abby At least she whispers it. I glance around, but none of my employees seem to have heard her. I shush her, grabbing her arm. Karl smirks. “Chloe.” She glowers at him. “Karl.” “You’ll be working with Jack again,” I say to Karl, squeezing Chloe’s arm a little. The last thing I need is
“I remember,” I say. “I promise I’m not getting back together with him.” She gestures around at the restaurant like it’s the ultimate proof. “He can’t just weasel his way back into your life now,” she says. “Look at how far you’ve come! Look at all you’ve accomplished! If you let him back in, he’
Abby “Seeing anyone new?” I ask Leah, trying to take a bit of the attention off me. She turns and gives me a cheeky grin. “Always.” “Anyone of note?” Her smile grows. “Always.” I don’t think Leah’s ever been in a serious relationship, and I’m confident she never wants to. I’m more
“Maybe you guys just need to rekindle the romance,” Chloe says. I can’t help but think it’s a little early to need to ‘rekindle’ anything, but I don’t say so. “Yeah, take a night out to have some fun,” Leah adds with a wink. It doesn’t take a genius to get the message. If I want passion in my re
The kitchen doors swing open, and I pull my hand away from Karl’s. It’s Ethan. I don’t know why I feel like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t. Ethan doesn’t seem to notice as he crosses the room and picks up the cup. “Thanks,” he says, his voice sounding groggy. “I really needed thi
Abby She just glares at me, then turns and slips back into the crowd. I watch her go until she reaches the bar, where her friends are waiting for her. “She doesn’t like me very much.” “Yeah, I got that.” He wraps his arms around me when a slower song starts up, and we sway together. “Don’t