Chapter Sixteen
“I mean... I’m not trying to be selfish, but you didn’t taste the
dessert, Lily.” Allysa groans. “Oh, it was sooo good.”
“We’re never going back there,” I say to her.
She stomps her foot like a little kid. “But.. .”
“Nope. We have to respect your brother’s feelings.”
She folds her arms over her chest. “I know, I know. Why did you
have to be a hormonal teenager and fall in love with the best chef in
Boston?”
“He wasn’t a chef when I knew him.”
“Whatever,” she says. She walks out of my office and closes the
door.
My phone buzzes with an incoming text.
Ryle: 5 hours down. About 5 more to go. So far so good. Hand is great.
I sigh, relieved. I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do the surgery today,
but knowing how much he was looking forward to it makes me happy
for him.
Me: Steadiest hands in all of Boston.
I open my laptop and check my email. The first thing I see is an
inquiry from the Boston Globe. I open it and it’s from a journalist
interested in running an article about the store. I grin like an idiot
and start emailing her back when Allysa knocks on the door. She
opens it and sticks her head in.
“Hey,” she says.
“Hey,” I say back.
She taps her fingers on the doorframe. “Remember a few minutes
ago when you told me I could never go back to Bib’s because it’s
unfair to Ryle that the boy you loved when you were a teenager is the
owner?”
I fall back against my chair. “What do you want, Allysa?”