Chapter 109
Abby

“Let me help you.”

Karl’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. Karl, of all people, wants to help me prepare for the competition

that we were only just arguing about? I can’t believe it.

“You’re joking,” I murmur.

Karl shakes his head, his eyes darting down to the failure of a souffle sitting between us. “Nope. Not

joking. Do you want my help or not?”

Part of me wants to accept his offer, but another part of me, perhaps the more logical part, decides that

maybe it’s not the best idea. I’m angry right now over my argument with Karl and this da mned souffle,

and I know that I wouldn’t exactly be the best kitchen partner tonight.

“I’m fine, Karl. Just a little tired,” I reply, forcing a smile. “Besides, you’ve been working all day. You can

head home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” he says quietly, sliding the souffle back toward me from across the cold

not tired, and home is boring. Let me

away and keep working on my own, not

preparations for the competition but also so we can both cool

sincere look in his soft brown

I finally mutter, nodding. “I guess I could use

a moment as he

out from beneath his short sleeves. I have to look away before I get too attached to

on my fourth attempt at making a souffle

ingredients are

a

used to make souffles as a

even begin to keep the surprise out

certainly never brought it up to me. “You never mentioned that

we were together.”

make them all the time when I

ever,” he confesses, almost shyly. “Would you like me

one up?”

curiosity gets the better of me. “Sure. I’d

yolks from the whites,

in amazement; the man has finesse, and it’s

time at the

it on the counter. The souffle has risen

a promise of the

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