#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
me snaps. All the pent-up frustration,
swallowing my pride—it all comes rushing to the
That’s it.
my hands shaking with barely contained fury. I shoot one last
standing before, only to realize that she’s gone. Where her beautiful face
met
deep, ragged breath, I throw my apron down onto the counter. “Cook
some air,” I growl, more to myself than anyone
through the back door into the alley, my chest heaving. The cold night air stings my face,
pull out a cigarette and light it, drawing the smoke deep into my lungs as if
the gaping
the brick wall, my mind reeling. What the
for her. For Abby.
frustration of it all, I want her
exhaling slowly as I stare up at
reminder of how confined I feel, boxed in by my own choices, my own
John to shove it, to tell Abby that this
as much as it galls me to admit it,
that I’m not the same guy I used
the cold, unforgiving wall of the
inside me. A deep growl resonates from within, not from my human side,
shares my consciousness.
breath, trying to soothe the restless animal inside
a ss, Karl,” my wolf’s voice echoes in my head,
buttons on purpose. You just have to
reply silently, a conversation taking place entirely within the confines of my
to prove I can be part of her world. But I f ucking
wolf snorts. “I know you do. It’ll just be for a while
I ask. “It
a question I’ve been asking myself ever since I walked out of Abby’s
bigger man and tolerate John for Abby’s
trying, really trying, to be
reassures me, as if reading
that you’re putting her needs
way into
I’m forever labeled the screw-up, the black
who broke her heart?
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