Slipping inside the freezer, I let out a shuddering breath that turns into a pale white cloud in the air in front of me. I lean against a nearby storage rack, feeling the frigid cold metal press against my skin through my chef’s whites. Fuck it. I need to talk to Karl. As if on instinct, I slip

“I see.” Damon is still holding the paper bag with the box slid halfway out. He looks down at it for a moment longer before he looks up at me. “Are you seeing someone?” At his words, I feel my face heat up. This isn’t exactly the discussion I was hoping to have tonight, and the thought of Karl jus

“Why?” I ask, standing now myself. “Not even for five minutes?” “No.” Damon turns, his eyes flashing in the flickering light of the fireplace. “I’m sorry. But… I will allow you to explain yourself first. I have, after all, only heard one side of the story.” I pinch the bridge of my nose with my

“Abby! Good morning,” he says, folding the newspaper up and setting it on the desk. “Come in, come in.” “Morning, Damon,” I say as I step into the room. Damon rises from his chair as I approach. “Do you need something?” he asks. “It’s a bit early—” “This is embarrassing.” I can’t help but chuc

“Abby! Good morning,” he says, folding the newspaper up and setting it on the desk. “Come in, come in.” “Morning, Damon,” I say as I step into the room. Damon rises from his chair as I approach. “Do you need something?” he asks. “It’s a bit early—” “This is embarrassing.” I can’t help but chuc