Max
Raine steps out of the car, and every part of me aches to follow her—but I force myself to stay put.
"Raine, I’m so sorry," I link her, heart in my throat.
Her reply slices right through me.
"That won’t do it, Max. This girl’s not that easy."
There’s love behind her words—but also steel. This isn’t over. And tonight? Tonight I’m going to pay for everything I screwed up.
I pull out my phone. Damage control mode: activated.
"Luke, get word to the chef—I’m cooking for Raine tonight. Ask him to send a few options that won’t set the place on fire."
Luke chuckles. "Didn’t realize we were cooking to win battles now, boss. Sure that’s a wise move?"
"Smartass. You want to keep that job, or do I need to advertise it to someone with actual loyalty?" I shoot back, smirking despite the ten
