#Chapter 62: Too Much To Ask
The door to Abby’s office swings shut behind me, and my mind races as I walk back into the kitchen.
First, she asks me to make nice with Chloe, and now this? Apprenticing under John, of all people? A
guy I can’t even stand to be in the same room with?
“Karl, grab the veal from the fridge. Now.” John’s voice snaps me back to reality, jarring and grating as
ever.
I grab the veal and set it on the counter, taking a moment to steel myself. I’m doing this for Abby, I
remind myself. As if sensing my inner turmoil, Abby glances over at me from across the kitchen.
Our eyes meet for just a second, but it’s enough. I nod subtly. I can do this.
The dinner rush starts, and the kitchen turns into a whirlwind of flying knives and sizzling pans. John
wastes no time in laying into me.
“Come on, Karl, chop those onions faster! We don’t have all day!”
My knuckles whiten around the knife handle, but I force a smile. “Sure, John, whatever you say.”
Dinner service rushes on like a torrential river, and I’m just trying to keep my head above water. Each
critique from John feels like another weight pulling me down, but I keep reminding myself why I’m here,
who I’m here for.
The clock ticks past nine, and the last orders are finally up. John looks at me, a satisfied smirk
spreading across his face. “Not a complete disaster, I suppose.”
My jaw clenches, my fists curl, but I refuse to let the torrent out. Abby’s eyes catch mine again, her
gaze searching. I look away. I can’t let her see how much this is getting to me.
And that’s when it happens. One small, insignificant straw that breaks the proverbial camel’s back.
“Karl, you idiot! These steaks are overcooked! Do you even know what medium-rare looks like?” John
words out, his face flushed with
the pent-up frustration, the
comes rushing to the surface like
That’s it.
apron off, my hands shaking with barely contained fury. I shoot
only to realize that she’s gone. Where her beautiful
a bit, I’m now met with nothing but a blank
throw my apron down onto
air,” I growl, more to myself than anyone else, and storm out
chest heaving. The cold night air stings my face, but
pull out a cigarette and light it, drawing the smoke
fill the gaping
against the brick wall, my mind reeling. What the hell am I doing?
relentless cr ap—it’s all for her. For Abby. Because despite the
I want her
another drag, exhaling slowly as I stare up at the sliver of night
I feel, boxed in by my own choices, my own
John
much as it galls me to admit it, I know that this
things right, to prove that I’m not the same guy
cold, unforgiving wall of
growl resonates from within, not
shares my consciousness.
under my breath, trying to soothe the restless animal
my wolf’s voice echoes in my head, clear as day. “This John guy,
just have to push
know, I know,” I reply silently, a conversation taking place entirely within
wants me to do this, to prove I can be part of her world. But I f
It’ll just be
I ask. “It feels
asking myself ever since I walked out of Abby’s
out, be the bigger man and tolerate John
trying, really trying, to be
my wolf reassures me, as if reading my thoughts. “She’ll realize
you’re putting her needs above your
worming its way into my
mistakes? What if I’m forever labeled the screw-up, the black sheep, the
who broke her heart?
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