#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.”

as promised, I’m

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

sure to do

to read, and I know that he

my lips as I imagine Abby leaning

she’ll realize that I

history from there.

the restaurant swings open, and Adam

The cold evening breeze rustles his hair as he tosses a bag

nearby bin.

I call out, stepping

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

his, before he turns

he says, folding his arms across his chest.

tell,” I say, a slight smile playing on my lips

carton and drop it into the inner pocket of my

nods hesitantly, but follows me as I lead him to

hum of the city surrounds us, punctuated by the distant

night wanderers.

car, I click the button on my key fob, and the trunk slowly pops

contents inside.

crème de la crème of

into the night air, freshly picked white truffles, caviar, and even a jar of

chef’s dream, and that’s only

over as he reaches out to touch a bin, his fingers

over the precious items.

voice

back hundreds, even thousands!”

“Connections. People who owe

n,” Adam says with a chuckle. “May

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

turning

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

and gingerly places the jar back

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

this?”

before giving him my practiced answer. “These ingredients could be

snap to

steeling myself for what comes next.

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

would I?”

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

chef. It’s clear to me you might not be

swing

envelops us, the weight of my

“What

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