Abby
I’m in the middle of dressing in a rush to go and meet Mr. Thompson and the health inspector at the restaurant. My hands are trembling as I try to button up my shirt, and I’m cursing under my breath when I hear the shower turn off in the other room.
A few moments later, Karl steps out into the bedroom. His hair is damp, and a white towel is slung around his waist.
“I have to say, your shower is really nice,” he says, drying his hair with another towel. “It’s—”
He stops when he sees how frantically I’m moving around. For a moment, he just stares at me with concern in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he finally asks.
I can’t speak. The words just won’t come; it’s too painful. After all of my hard work, after all of my blood, sweat, and tears, the Alpha party turned out to be a total fail
