#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
out, his face flushed with
me snaps. All the pent-up frustration,
all comes rushing to the
That’s it.
yank my apron off, my hands shaking with barely
to realize that she’s gone. Where her beautiful face would
met with
my apron down onto the counter. “Cook
growl, more to myself than
through the back door into the alley, my chest heaving. The cold night air stings
feel it. I pull out a cigarette and light it, drawing the smoke deep
the gaping
wall, my mind reeling. What the hell
her. For Abby. Because despite
it all, I want her back in
another drag, exhaling slowly as I stare up at the sliver
confined I feel, boxed in by
as I want to break free, to tell John
much as it galls me
last chance to make things right, to prove that I’m
cold, unforgiving wall of the
from within, not from my
shares my consciousness.
breath, trying to soothe the restless animal
voice echoes in my head, clear as day. “This John guy, he’s
buttons on purpose. You just have to push through it for a little
reply silently, a conversation taking place entirely within
I can be part
“I know you do. It’ll just be for a while longer,
“It
since I walked out of
neck out, be the bigger man and tolerate John for Abby’s sake. But where
really trying, to be
as if reading my
her
creeps in, worming its way into my mind despite my wolf’s reassurance. What if
What if I’m forever labeled the
who broke her heart?
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