“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?”

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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

Plus, he has his

if he[s my sous

mean?” Karl asks,

would start if Adam helps me win this

worse,

trying to secretly cater the Alpha party

any strings attached, Karl,” I say,

understand.

seems lost, his eyes

begins, but then stops,

sigh, passing my hand over my face. The clock is ticking: 7:45

be at the studio by 9 at the

take me a solid

the help of

I

closer to him, “do you remember

were still married? We had

in to help me

say, pleading with him with my

his eyes searching mine, and for a

flash

remember,” he says softly, dropping his eyes, “but Abby, we’ve

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