#Chapter 46: A Dangerous Game
Karl

“What do you want?”

Adam’s voice is apprehensive, and for good reason. It’s not everyday that I set food inside his

restaurant, and it’s certainly not everyday that I show up telling him that I have a proposition for him.

But I’ve been plotting this for a long time.

Abby clearly doesn’t realize that Adam doesn’t care about her as much as he should. Or maybe she

does, but she doesn’t seem ready to leave him for some strange reason. She deserves better—she

deserves me. And maybe she just needs a little push to get the gears in motion. I swear, once she’s

free from Adam, she’ll realize just how much of a mess their ‘relationship’ is. And I know exactly what

it’ll take to convince him to leave.

The ingredients.

I’ve been holding onto them for a while now, waiting for the perfect time. And after what happened the

other night, when Adam stood his own fiancee up for a dinner date, I think it’s finally time.

“Let’s talk in private,” I say, smirking slightly. “You free later?”

Adam looks around with a puzzled look on his face. “Why? Why can’t we talk here, now?”

I shake my head. “Trust me, Adam; I’m not planning on doing anything shady if that’s what you’re

worried about. I just have something I want to show you.”

“Look, man, whatever it is, I’m not interested,” he says. “I’ve got a restaurant to run.” I watch as he

tosses a dishcloth over his shoulder and heads for the kitchen. Sliding down from my barstool, I follow

him. When my hand makes contact with the swinging kitchen door, stopping it from closing in my face,

he whirls around and gives me another puzzled look.

“But this is about your restaurant,” I say, stepping into the bustling kitchen. “I swear. You won’t want to

pass this up.”

With a sigh, Adam looks around warily and finally shrugs. “Alright. Meet me outside later, I guess. I’ve

got a lunch rush to deal with. ‘Kay?”

“‘Kay.”

promised, I’m

I ponder what I’ll say to Abby once she and Adam

to do after

he won’t pass up what I’m about to give

smile plays on my lips as I imagine Abby leaning on

course, but eventually she’ll realize that

history from there.

to the restaurant swings open,

on his apron. The cold evening breeze rustles his

nearby bin.

I call out, stepping into

I can see him stiffly wipe his hands on his

tick of his, before he turns to face

his arms across his chest. “What did you have to

I say, a slight smile playing on my lips as I slip

and drop it into the inner pocket of my jacket.

him to my sleek, black car parked down the

us, punctuated by the distant h onking of cars and the

night wanderers.

button on my key fob,

contents inside.

neatly are bins filled with the crème de la crème of

night air, freshly picked white truffles,

chef’s dream, and that’s only what’s sitting on the

the chef in him taking over as he reaches out to

over the precious items.

voice filled with awe. “Some of

back hundreds, even thousands!”

triumphant smile. “Connections. People

Adam says with

a grin, Adam picks up a glass jar filled

white truffles?” he asks, turning

I say, leaning against the side of the car. “Those ones weren’t so easy

back in the box. “That’s awesome, Karl,” he

There’s an apprehensive look

this?”

giving him my practiced answer. “These ingredients could be yours,

to mine, confusion

for what comes next. “I want you to

of disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me. All this… for

would I?”

words carefully, I continue, “I’ve been observing, Adam. The way

me

swing her way,

of my words

“What

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