Page 34 of All Dressed Up

Donovan chuckled. “I left you with full ownership of a five-star restaurant, talented line cooks and pastry chefs, and a set of kick-ass culinary knives.”

“Oh, please. Those people came to work for me, not you, and I loaned you that knife set,” Marc joked.

The three continued to catch up, and Will couldn’t help but stare at Rachel.

How friendly were the two?

“Where are you staying, Marc?” Rachel asked.

“I came in late last night and grabbed a room at a motel a couple of miles down the road.”

Rachel scrunched her nose. “Well, check out of there. You can stay with me. Donovan’s pretty much moved in with Zoe, so you can have his room.”

Will stiffened. The last thing he wanted to hear was Rachel shacking up with agood-looking guy. Didn’t matter for how long.

How did this morning take a nose dive? Rachel was in his arms, not Marc’s,onlyfive minutes ago. He reached in his pants pocket for his car keys, he wouldn’t be staying for this reunion. “Well, I should get a move on it. It was nice meeting you, Marc.”

Rachel glanced behind her shoulder. “Will, don’t forget to contact Emma and see what time she can come over.”

“Right. Sure.”

“Text me later?”

“Text you later,” he repeated. “Why?”

Rachel turned around to face him. “To tell me what time you and Emma will be here.”

“Right.” He snapped out of his irritated state. “I’ll do that. See ya.” He left, descending the steps two at a time.

Working here seemed like a good idea twenty minutes ago when she’d first suggested it, but now he wasn’t so sure.

What he was sure of was that he needed to get his hands on a bag of cheese puffs and bottle of Champagne, pronto.

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