“Look, I know how you feel,” he says, growing exasperated himself. “But with

the way my approval ratings are dropping right now in my pack, if word got out

that I was working as ‘just a sous chef’ for my ex-wife, people would go feral. It

would be a nightmare. For both of us.”

“You’re overthinking it,” I retort. “Trust me, Karl. We’ll keep your identity hidden. I

promise.”

He sighs deeply, a troubled look crossing his face. “Look, why don’t you just call

Adam? He could help you. And honestly, he kind of owes you.”

The name hits me like a bucket of cold water, instantly raising my hackles.

“Adam? Really, Karl? Is that your solution?”

Enter title…

He looks confused, taken aback by my sudden vehemence. “Why not? He’s in

the same field; he has the skills. You two know each other well.”

shake my head, my eyes narrowed. “Adam and I could

water. Plus, he has his

if he[s my sous

you mean?” Karl asks, genuinely

that would start if Adam helps me win this

will think we’re colluding, or worse, that he’s got ulterior

would be trying to secretly cater the

any strings attached, Karl,” I say, staring at

understand.

his eyes

begins, but then stops, looking

hand over my face. The clock is ticking: 7:45 a.m. I’m

me a solid 45 minutes to get there

with the help of the

suddenly, I have

a step closer to him, “do you remember that time

married? We had to prep for Leah’s surprise

You jumped in to help me last-minute,

with him

eyes searching mine,

recognition flash

I remember,” he says softly, dropping

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