His gaze finally breaks from mine, looking at anything but my face. “I was just

checking something,” he says, his voice so low it’s a whisper.

“Oh, you were ‘checking something?’” I echo, my tone chalk full of disbelief. “By

switching labels and possibly ruining our dish? Hm?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it again, the perfect picture of guilt.

“I was just…” He stammers, his voice trailing off.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m getting those truffles—the real black truffles, the ones

that are balled up in his filthy little hand, about to be slipped into his pocket—for

Abby, one way or another.

Enter title…

a plan, I find myself

of the competition, and snatch the

loud enough for the

you up to this?”

as the truffles come into my possession, the sous

something unreadable, and suddenly, he’s cradling his wrist, howling

pain.

wrist! You hurt me!”

truffles in hand, shocked. “I did

you!”

cries echo off the pantry walls, drawing eyes toward us like

silent, save for

to

touch him! He’s lying!”

his deceit. “He was swapping the ingredients. He took

truffles and—”

and I

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