#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.”

later tonight, and just as promised, I’m waiting outside the

as I ponder what I’ll say to Abby once she and Adam break up,

to do

know that he won’t pass

as I imagine Abby leaning on me,

she’ll realize that I have changed—and the rest

history from there.

when the door to the restaurant swings open, and Adam steps

rustles his hair as he tosses a

nearby bin.

I call out, stepping into the

only momentarily. I can see him stiffly wipe his hands on his apron again, as

of his, before he turns

says, folding his arms across his chest. “What did you have to show

tell,” I say, a slight smile

into its carton and drop it into the inner

him to my sleek, black

punctuated by the distant

night wanderers.

on my key fob, and the trunk slowly pops

contents inside.

crème de la

air, freshly picked white truffles,

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

taking over as he reaches out to

over the precious items.

whispers, his voice filled with awe. “Some of these

back hundreds, even thousands!”

suppress a triumphant smile. “Connections.

says with a

With a grin, Adam picks up a glass jar filled with rare mushrooms. That jar

asks, turning it

against the side of the

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

look at me once more. There’s an apprehensive look on his face again. “But why show

this?”

my practiced answer. “These ingredients could be yours,

eyes snap to mine, confusion

next. “I want you to

disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.

would I?”

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

me you might not be as invested in Abby as

might not even swing her way,

weight of my words sinking in.

“What are you

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