Chapter 7
The next morning I opened up to someone leaning against the wall outside SkinnyCakes. I smiled as he turned, only to have my grin slip when I realized who was there.
“What do you want, Brett?”
He pushed away from the wall and gestured to the door. Knowing I had no choice, I led him inside, hoping to get his visit over with quickly.
“I need help, Abby.”
“You can say that again,” I muttered.
He shot me a glare but didn’t respond to my comment. “I need an assistant, Abby. I already told you that.”
“And I already told you I can’t do anything about that. I have a job, Brett. One that I need to continue working at. Hell, just a few days ago you were telling me how great I was doing. I’m not giving this up.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew exactly what he was do
