I look into Karl’s eyes. “What, like I did with you?” I murmur.
Karl’s eyes widen for a moment. His expression shifts from skepticism, to anger, and finally to
understanding before his gaze drops to the floor. I can tell I struck a chord with him, and maybe it’s for
the
best; to remind him that I let him come here, let him walk back into my life, against all odds.
“I know it’s a risk, Karl, but what if it’s worth it?” I continue. “What if he’s exactly what we need? His
cooking is transformative, and you know as well as I do that the dishes he could help us create could
be a
game-changer. I don’t just want to win the cook-off; I want to leave the judges stunned. I want them to
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtremember my food for the rest of their lives.”
Karl is silent for a few moments, his eyes darting back and forth as though the gears are turning in his
head. Finally, he sighs and meets my gaze again, and there’s more understanding there than ever
before.
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“Alright,” he says, nodding. “If this is what you want, Abby, then I’ll support you. No matter what.”
Relief floods through me, warm and reassuring. There’s a hint of something else there, too, and
suddenly I
feel like we’re in the cave again, too close for our own good. I have to quickly look away to hide the
blush
that’s creeping into my cheeks.
“Thank you, Karl. I knew you would understand.”
“More than that,” he continues, “I’ll even pay for a hotel room for Anton temporarily until he saves up
some
money. It’s the least we can do if we’re going to upend the man’s life with a ‘probationary period’.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “Karl, that’s incredibly generous of you. But you don’t need to do that.”
He shrugs, but I see the glint of something warm and tender in his eyes. “But I do need to do it, Abby.
Not
just for him, but for you.”
I nod, feeling overwhelmed. “Wow… Thank you, Karl. That’s…”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBefore I can finish, he reaches out and squeezes my arm, a sensation that sends a shiver up my spine.
“Come on. Let’s talk to him.”
We head back to where John and Anton are talking animatedly about different types of heirloom
tomatoes,
their voices a strange blend of excitement and tension. When they see us coming, they both fall silent,
like
school kids caught passing notes in class.
“So,” I say, “it’s settled. Anton, you’ll start your probationary period tomorrow. We’ll go over the details
then, but the essence is simple: impress us and you’re in. And, Karl has something to tell you, too.”
Anton’s eyes meet mine, and I see a mix of relief and determination there. “You won’t regret this,” he
promises, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears.