“I know my way around a kitchen better than you ever will,” I retort, although the

words feel hollow even as I spit them out.

“Abby, Abby, Abby,” he tuts, pushing off from the counter to take another step

closer. “You can barely navigate your way out of a paper bag. This competition?

It’s not for the weak. It’s not for the passionless. And it’s definitely not for

someone who can’t tell nutmeg from cardamom.”

His words are like a slap to the face, a reminder of the humiliation on stage. Of

Logan’s disappointment. Of Vanessa’s confused expression. Of the tiramisu that

now represents my biggest failure, all on live television.

Enter title…

Logan turns to leave, his posture as casual as ever as he saunters over toward

as if this is

then, I suddenly

scared,” I blurt out. “That’s why you’re trying to sabotage

I might outshine you. That a woman,

And you can’t

the

so quick that I almost

that signature smirk of his again, but I

hollowness behind

his coffee cup to his

someone like…”

my hands on my hips.

a flash in

go cold from the

me?” I grit out through clenched

a

myself taking

to muscle her way into

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