Abby
Karl and I finally step into my apartment after a long night, the door clicking shut behind us.
I slide my heels off with a sigh of relief as Karl loosens his tie, tossing it aside. An easy silence hangs between us for a few minutes; we’re both lost in our own thoughts after the chance encounter with Adam tonight.
My ex-fiance’s earnest offer keeps replaying through my mind. Returning to a bustling kitchen, creating delectable dishes for happy patrons—even temporarily, the temptation proves to be painfully seductive after so long spent without the pride and joy that is my restaurant.
Karl clears his throat, pulling me out of my deep train of thought. “You’re considering Adam’s proposal.”
It’s more a statement than a question. I nod slowly, wrapping my arms around
