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That makes Brett happy, as I knew it would, and he stands a little taller.

“He’s doing good here. I’ll work with him tonight,” my brother winks.

“Thanks, Brett,” I reply.

“How was work?” my brother asks as Kaleb moves to welcome more kids.

“I cut vegetables in a kitchen. It’s okay. I don’t mind the prep work but one of the exciting things I like about cooking is seeing the finished product. That isn’t happening now,” I explain.

“Did you give your two-weeks?” he asks.

“I did. She understood. She’s the one who told me at my interview that this was a dead-end job. Lucy is super nice.”

“Good, so it’s all working out,” Brett says.

“I hope so. I’ll start applying to some culinary schools now.”

“That’s the spirit.” He knocks shoulders with me.

Then he’s waiting.

“Are you planning on staying, Maddie? You don’t need to. I can bring Asher home after camp. I have the booster seat in my car.”

“Thanks,” I say. I kind of planned to stick around and now I realize it was because I wanted to see Kaleb some more.Being around him feels good. “I’ll head home and start on my applications.”

Asher has already left the area with his group, so I turn to leave. On my way out I bump into Kaleb.

“You leaving?” he asks.

“Yup.” I nod.

“What if we extend the proposal a little longer?” he whispers.

I look into his eyes, lost. Obviously, I want to have earth-shattering sex again. But it’s risky.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I answer. Who am I?

“We were good together. Nothing wrong with relieving some tension,” he states, and his words make my pussy clench from the thought.

“Maybe one more time,” I concede.

“Tomorrow?” he asks.

“I’m working every day this week. Full days. I won’t be free until next Monday,” I say, since Asher isn’t in camp on the weekends.

“That’s a long time to wait but I’ll take it,” he says. He winks and walks away, and all I can think about is wanting to have sex with him again and thinking that Monday can’t come soon enough.

I head back to the apartment and work on my culinary school applications. Some of the best culinary schools in the country are located here in New York City. I submit my applications, thinking the top schools are a long shot but I try anyway. I also apply to a school in Texas. It’s in the top ten but it’s the chefs who run the school that intrigue me. They are two famous French chefs. Only how could I afford to live in Texas and go to school? I read through the site. It says I would receive an Occupational Science Degree in the Culinary Arts and the degree would take just over a year. The place sounds like a dream. I scroll some more and find that one scholarship is awarded eachyear and it covers housing expenditures and studies. I decide to fill out the scholarship application because it doesn’t hurt to try. A girl can dream. Even if my chances are a drop in the bucket.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

Kaleb

It’s been three days since I had Maddie, and I can’t wait to have her again. The last two nights I got myself off to thoughts of her, but it isn’t satisfying my need.

Kaleb:I want you in my bed.

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